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A Different Time, A Different Path

A Different Time, A Different Path

 
Isn’t it funny how yesterday
if I would have walked down the road on my left
my life would have been so very different today?
and how a simple meeting could turn into
a moment that changes my life forever?
having been a very proud woman all my life
knowing that sometimes
I too must let that guard of pride down
to realize my dreams
even if the dream isn’t perfect but close?
I sit in deep reflection
learning from my past mistakes
ever knowing there will be more for sure
regrets of course, knowing what is important
is to learn from them,
moving forward
with my now wiser soul
who believes in myself and will never take second best
unless of course that second best turns out for once
to be the best through pure effortless luck?
ever knowing I can certainly be a complicated woman
like most fabulous women are
because my highest value is me. 

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Marion

A deeply honest write... the narrator now comfortable in her own skin... I think that is possibly  the greatest treasure of all... to be comfortable in one's own skin Shirley x

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dearest Marion, to know our own minds and to sometimes let our pride budge over instead of standing in our way opens us up to many wonderful opportunities and I have discovered such very recently. Thank you so much dear friend. 🌹 ❤️

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