Fifteen Days of Thanks

Fifteen Days of Thanks - Day 2

Today I am thankful for fragility. Fragility of life, moments, relationships, ages, and feelings. The awareness that everything has a beginning and an end helps me to live my life putting love first. It helps me to take moments in more deeply and think through decisions.

I'm not afraid to say I'm sorry or to forgive. I'm not afraid to put myself out there. Rejection doesn't scare me into losing time. I'm not afraid to look back and feel the past. I'm know how to move on and how to hang on for dear life. I take each moment seriously, but can laugh through most anything.

Fragility helps me to live in the moment and for that I am thankful every day.

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