I’m done trying to direct others people’s lives. I’m done making excuses for myself. I’m also done coming up with things to say I’m done with.
Life revelations come bit by bit. Then sometimes they slip away and the “I’m dones” come back with a vengeance.
It’s helpful to remind myself. Maybe I should put sticky notes all over the place.
Sleep well! Savor the moments of life. That’s what I’m doing. Oops. Were two of those sentences directives? Rats.