A lot of people talk about fight or flight. And I guess flight was never an option, for me. I got way too much fight in me. There probably were a few times that I should’ve chosen flight, but I stayed in the fight. That’s not regret, I know what I am made of.
Saturday, May 18, 2024
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Yesterdays
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