tumblr feels nostalgic… along with sitting in front of this computer, hearing my nails click against tiny white keys almost faster than my mind can finish up the thought….
but i knew the final step to healing laid within these coded pages. within these memories of a life i had, loved, then let go because it wasn’t working and i was too proud to step away once i saw the proverbial ship sinking.
so is the life of an entrepreneur.
but everyone knows the wisest woman in the room is the one who’s made the most mistakes & carries the ugliest of war wounds.
my scars have healed, leaving the thick tissue of experience… and i have forgiven myself…
time to get back to work.