Introspection becomes retrospection which leads to a head-on collision with shoulda, coulda, woulda hauling ass in my direction. Today while sorting through my to-do list, I stumbled upon a page of my life story that reminded me once upon a time I was a different person. Rebellion has been replaced by confidence, blind faith by experience. No longer craving approval, I have self-respect. No longer existing in a state of want, I have great fortune. Not the kind needing a portfolio manager but that merits gratitude. I wish doubt would never darken my doorstep again. Is that just wishful thinking?
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