Posted: Aug 15, 08 12:26pm
Once i held on to tightly....I lost that spark, that feeling of freedom, just by holding on.
But I was scared to let go, scared to lose what I though was mine.
The spark flared, and it burned, it made me let go.
And just by that simple act, the fire grew, and my freedom returned, and I wasn't scared.
There was fear, but I embraced it. I accepted it, and I found the happiness I thought I had by holding to tightly.
****it might be a little cliched, but I am a chef, not a writer, and this was the first thing I wrote the day I turned 40, and decided my husband was the fist holding to tightly, and my spark was dying
Annie
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