A new year, and new beginnings.
Where we go from here nobody knows.
But what we decide to do with what we are given, makes all the difference.
I could lay in my bed, cry, and say this is the end of the world.
Or I can except it for what it is.
I can work through my wanting to step back.
My wanting to say what's on my mind.
My trials.
My tears.
And so much more.
But the only way I can do that is by choosing to.
You must also choose to work through something if you want to over come it.
Big news to be shared soon.
The Story of a Motherless, Cheerleading, Birthmom
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You have a gift with words and the courage to share your heart with those words. You inspire me and make me want to be stronger in everything I do. Thank you for unselfishly sharing your life.
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