I broke a resolution, in the wee small hours of the morning.
I cried, just a little, over a long-standing dream which came crashing down a few weeks ago. An incident which has forever changed my perspective on life and love. But, one of my resolutions for my "new year" was not to cry anymore. At least it was only a little.
Sometimes, where you end up is not where you thought you would be. And, hearts mend, wounds heal, but it takes a long time to let go of what you understood to be your future. Especially when you find it will always be a mistake of your past for which you'll never be forgiven.
So, picked myself up, brushed myself off, and started all over again. And I forgave myself, if only for the tears.
High hopes. Even if I have to move that rubber tree piece by piece instead of all at once, I will still overcome.
There's a morning after.
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