This post has absolutely nothing to do with my daughter.
Some days I wonder why I can’t put my heart on a shelf and leave it there. I’m thinking it’s time to do just that…except I know myself better than that. I know that it lives on my sleeve to be given freely.
I also know that I’m learning how to live again and that there are bound to be ups and downs on the roller coaster of life. I just am learning who and what are worth hurting for. Who is worth the risk…who is not. I had no idea it was this hard to love again.
I’m glad I have time to work through these things.