in the past i’ve gone out a limb assuming that i wouldn’t be alone out there, only to find i’m dangling on the edge of a branch. all. by. myself.
…which has sucked.
but the truth is: i would never. ever. take that treacherous branch crawl back. i grew up climbing trees. the ground is boring. and tomorrow isn’t promised.
so, i’m keeping my hopes up. staying optimistic. and hoping that maybe this time will be different…
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