While holding your favorite pen, you react with fear when that gooey, hated substance leaks. Most of the time, the stains have bled into your shirt, spotted those favorite jeans, and even etched itself into your skin. You never know when it's going to happen and it is never expected. My inspirations have come to me in many different forms. I have stopped fearing the marks on my life and have welcomed their company. I know comparing my family to a stain sounds harsh, but think about it. I learned that my life is my canvas, so each stain and mark tell my story. My family is part of that. It consists of my husband (whom I was fortunate enough to dance with), my children (whom make me laugh even when I don't want to), my extended family (who have shaped great memories), and the people that are related because of love, not blood (without them, I'd still be an only-child).
My stains have all molded me and ingrained a sense of being into my heart.
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| Just one day, and my journey grew. |
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