Journaled Words {2.25.22}: I have amassed a lifetime of looking outward and worrying about what everyone else is doing, spending too many hours fretting over what they might think of me. Did my mother ever experience any release from the infernal hold of “public opinion” before she died? I certainly hope so. I don’t want to keep that collection of misery. Let me scatter it to the wind and truly begin each day with the gratitude and appreciation a fresh start calls for.
Expression, Day 24
