When I'm resting because my body is weak, I need to remember that I'm not wasting the day doing nothing. I'm doing exactly what I need to do. I'm recovering.
Even though there are days I wish I could change some things that happened in the past, there's a reason the rear view mirror is so small and the windshield is so big. Where you're headed is much more important than what you've left behind.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm broke. Then I walk into the supermarket to get milk and spend $150...and forget the milk. And it all makes sense.
Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go.
to that one soul reading this I know you're tired you're fed up you're so close to breaking but there's strength within you even when you feel weak keep fighting
I guess crawling on Santa's lap and whispering, "five been a bad, bad girl," is not appropriate for the mall.