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Finishing the evening listening to the election results play out while catching up on some work.
Here’s the thing:
I want to write something about grace. Of how badly I want it. Of how it has continuously alluded me.
I’m not sure of the words to use. I’m certain this is redundant.
As trite as it sounds I really do believe that I only fail when I give up. I haven’t given up on grace.
This is a good thing.
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Leona View All →
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.