I watched it happen, right before my eyes – a sense of peace morphing into panic. And all because she had the nerve to say: “I’m okay. I’m good…I really am.” [continue reading…]
I watched it happen, right before my eyes – a sense of peace morphing into panic. And all because she had the nerve to say: “I’m okay. I’m good…I really am.” [continue reading…]
Y
es, yes, yes.
So what if this happens to be the same person whose old self, as in her self of a week or so ago, was a shy introvert who would take an F in school rather than have to speak in class and would literally walk off in the middle of a story if she realized that more than one person was listening to (and looking at – eek!) her at the same time.
Yes – to whole bunches of things designed to take me
straight out of my nice, warm comfy zone. [continue reading…]
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