The me I am before I step into my cold, morning shower is never the me who steps out. That first me dies. The second is born. This morning’s blog post is in honor of a self that died knowingly. It died for what it believed was the greater good. I am here, now, to tell you about and to celebrate its life and its sacrifice. Join with me.
Dying thoughts of a former self
Dying thoughts of a former self
Dying thoughts of a former self
The me I am before I step into my cold, morning shower is never the me who steps out. That first me dies. The second is born. This morning’s blog post is in honor of a self that died knowingly. It died for what it believed was the greater good. I am here, now, to tell you about and to celebrate its life and its sacrifice. Join with me.