Cicily sat at the top of the mountain, writing in the journal that Brian had given her.
Why had things gone so wrong?
Well, nothing had gone wrong really, it just didn’t go right.
How was she ever supposed to give her heart to someone and stay her own person?
Maybe she just wasn’t meant to fall in love.
Looking out at the trees below, Cicily felt a bit of peace. This was the real world. Not that city mess that she needed to escape from every weekend. This. Read the rest of this entry
Yes I’m late; I’m very late. but it’s not important, nor a date. This running behind situation I’m in will have no greater bearing on my life or well-being than if I was early, which is usually the case.
If I had left when I planned, right now I’d be sitting, staring at my phone, trying not to nap, wondering if it was too early to go inside.
But as it is, I will walk in; a few people will ask why I’m late; most won’t notice.
And life will go on. As I look back on this day, I will not remember I was late, just like I would not remember if I was early or on time.
So I’m just going to breathe the stress out and keep driving.
Because really, that’s all I can do.