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Hello today, new day; just a year ago I didnā€™t know you - but I made it. ā£

Will and Faith can take you far, but thank you Grace that you followed each fumbled step. ā£

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Sometimes you aim high and all goes well. Every day a new arrival and you greet them all with gratitude. Sometimes broken things stay broken - but each crack is another opportunity to allow a little light. ā£

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I wonā€™t miss you much 2019 - you were a harsh task master. You shook me out of complacency and each lesson left a mark. But... weā€™re all marked in some way arenā€™t we? A little time and chance visits us all. I feel lucky to have climbed the mountain and stand tall now in the valley. Sometimes I felt so weak. So ugly. So... less. Now I know all this time I was blossoming. šŸŒŗ ā£

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I feel the gentle tap reminding me Onward, but for this new decade, I will sing a new song. I will open this heart - broken, dented, beating strong and dark at its edges - and let the light in. I will look for things that catch my breath and fire my soul. I will give myself permission to fall. Because I know my song: š˜¦š˜Øš˜° š˜µš˜¢š˜®š˜¦š˜Æ š˜°š˜³š˜Ŗš˜³š˜Ŗā£

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Still. I. Rise. šŸ”„ ā£

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