The path to happiness isn’t paved with gold. There are no guides directing me to take the right fork in the road, no rest stops to help me recharge and refocus, no gas stations offering fuel when I’m short on energy and enthusiasm.
The road is riddled with pot holes and peril, busted asphalt and crumbling bridges. Milestones and exit signs are missing, and it’s a given that somewhere along the way I’ll get lost.
I’ll keep moving forward, stopping to ask for directions and remembering to take a companion along for company. Just taking one step at a time.
Thin spiral notebook 
Wise words dear Tara!
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Love the second paragraph. So much truth in those words and so descriptively written. Yes. This piece definitely spoke to my moody, in a funk self.
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There’s that path again. 😉 I love the language here, the imagery. Beautiful.
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This is brilliant. A perfect mix of both prompts. Love it.
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I love the sense of transience in this. It’s honest and, better still, it’s true.
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