Hindsight reminds me that I was free to set my schedule, take or turn away gigs, and work extra or less. I was also free to make sure I set aside time to write and take care of the business of writing. But for nearly twenty-five years of freelancing, I squandered that freedom.
We don’t have to be perfect to be good enough, and sometimes good enough is just perfect.
Thankfulness in many ways is magical. When divides —whether political, religious, social, or emotional— feel irreparably deep, gratitude for the leftover goodness mends, a circle of thankfulness bridges gaps between us.
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