We often plead with others. We say please. Please what? Depends. Please yes? Please, no...Please more. Please less. We beg others to do as we say. It kind of hurts when the kind of words you write kind of turn themselves into blades.
What happens when we stop for a moment to judge our own lives instead of judging others? It can be painful to step back and see what we've been doing and even more painful to realize we have no intention of stopping. We're still here. In this beautiful mess. The wait was so worth it. Every. Last. Inch.
