A good day is
one where I don’t remember
[dad yelling]
and everything I never finished
just
to make
him mad.
A good day is
one where I don’t remember
everything that I
lost,
gave up,
was too afraid to try.
or simply
fell
down
doing.
A good day is
accepting Plan B is the plan.
Forgetting the things that need forgetting.
Remembering too.
A good day is.
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Thanks for a great week ya’ll. I’m trying something new, no technology on the weekend. (We’ll see how I do.)
Peace,
Melody
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