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There is only one person in control of my life;  I have had it so wrong for far too long.  Time to seize the motherfucking day and be proud of myself for doing something worth writing home about.  Like FULLY doing something. Time to put the control back into my shaky yet capable hands.

The truth is

I’ve fallen back into some hazardous habits this year: overly concerning myself with the happenings of others who have little to no impact on my life; comparing myself to others and allowing myself to forget that most importantly I need to become a better version of ME everyday; letting my self confidence and esteem plummet to lows I thought I’d left in my teens; neglecting some of the most beautiful souls I’m so very lucky to have in this little Lindsay land of mine, all for “alone” time that hasn’t turned into “quality” time just yet.

It’s time for me to put some pen to paper again; I’ve got a heavy chest to unload and a whole lot of love to spread.

Buried alive.

Still losing my breath, smiling, yawning and laughing too much…

this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it this will all be worth it.

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you. 

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