I did it again. I never learn. I caved in and had a nice hot cup of espresso at 9 pm. So, I’m laying down in bed with my phone on the lowest setting of brightness going through some old notes/ thoughts I jotted down. I’m reading some for the first time because I usually don’t like to read what I write at that moment, I think I do that because I know how hard I am on myself. In the future it’s a real treat reading them and I feel inspired afterwards.
“Ever revisit a place you once thought you belonged and now it’s so clear it was just part of your story and nothing more.”