What lasts? Hand prints in the concrete on a freshly poured patio don’t. Hands and feet dipped in paint and pressed on the wall don’t. Even those pressed into ink and onto a page at birth don’t last forever. Those pressed into plaques to be saved even get stored away in boxes, and one day…
The sound of squealing tires preceded the sound of crunching metal on metal. Those were my thoughts colliding with the truth that there was no rush in reaching a certain goal at the moment since I hadn’t finished with a previously made commitment that needed to be completed before anything new could be started. At…
I am the person hurt most when I do not say no. Do you know the feeling when someone asks you to do something and your mind starts racing because you know your schedule is already full, but you don’t want to hurt the person who seems so needy? The pressure is on because you…