You choose the Imprint you leave.
because X marks that spot that says you were there.
Friend, our existence is full of rules – all the shoulds – that never ending list of things that we’re supposed to do, or be, or have.
Gradually it begins to make us feel inadequate and lost. As though we’re wading into a pool teaming with razor sharp claws hell-bent on ripping us apart, pulling off all the hopes and dreams, the things seen as insubstantial, thus leaving us feeling small.
You asked me today if you mattered, and, to be perfectly honest, I wanted to punch you in your damn face. You asked me if you made a difference, and I felt my body begin to shake. For, of all the things you’ve done,… Continue Reading “To Matter”