Tonight I drove past my old house, just because I was close by. I thought I'd get anxious, maybe upset or be sad. I saw the cars in the driveway. "I used to live there," I thought. That was my porch, my driveway, my outside light. But it was strange, I didn't feel anything. That is not my life anymore. I am not that girl anymore. I am free. After all those years of struggle, heart-ache and sadness. It is just the past in my story.
We all write our own story, by the choices we make and how we choose to live. I hope you live a life that brings you joy and makes your heart sing. You only have one life. Create a beautiful story.
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