I stumbled across a video clip today of a young boy jamming out on an ukulele, singing his heart out. I was transported back to every time that my heart leapt, stopped, wept at the curious combination of sweet notes and soulful vocal cords.
In my wanderings, I decided to dive into a rabbit hole of my old journal entries and blog posts. I'm not ashamed to say that I admire the person that I used to be. I won't ever be that person again, but maybe I can learn something from her.
If I'm not going to be the best person that I can be for me, I resolve to be for my child.
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