Rosemary McManus Coleman
Bio
Explorer with a dash of daredevil walking through whatever door is in front of me.
Stories (2/0)
Lost
I stood at the top of the hill, watching the sun rise over the trees. I had to come here every day to remember who I was. To start the day with an understanding of how I was going get through the day without losing myself. I was exceptionally good at losing myself. Truthfully, I just gave myself away every day. I know I have the power to change that yet, here I am again feeling the same way as yesterday. And today, like very day, I promise myself that I will not allow others to deplete me; that I will do what best serves my soul; and I will emerge at the end of the day, as the me I feel here in this moment.
By Rosemary McManus Coleman3 years ago in Humans
