I love my boys.
I love my family.
I love Natalie.
I love my friends.
I remember when I was younger being at a family celebration telling a story and than came that thought.... what if I stop having good stories to tell, what if I stop being funny?
I began to worry about not being able to meet with expectations, to disappoint !
I alternate between caring about what others may think and not caring at all. The simplest thought came to me tonight: I have disappointed, I have surprised and amazed, I have most likely done all of that and everything in between and that is perfectly alright.
But I certainly have to stop letting it prevent me from being all that I can be...
I love my Boys.
I love my family.
I love Natalie.
I love my friends.
