“A Postcard to My Younger Self”
The image on the front? A woman weeping. She sits on the blue carpeted floor of the sparsely decorated bedroom in her first home, alone in a corner. I pick up my pen and begin, wishing I could go back and tell you — the woman sitting there — “It gets easier.” But with luck, this message will still find you. Go ahead and weep, but when your tears are gone, get up and enjoy this very moment you are living. It gets easier. Life is rich and wonderful, and yours will be all that and more. Kick the perfection […]
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