I felt like it was such a “pathetic” and embarrassing thing to admit. Not only did I not remember doing this but it’s because I was “blacking out” and crying
I should have been thinking, wow! I can’t believe I did that. I conquered my fear of heights. I jumped on that ski lift and I put the fear I have of heights in my pocket for a moment and I smiled on top of that damn mountain! I wasn’t thinking positive thoughts at all when I looked at the photo of me pointing off into the sky proudly standing tall on top of that mountain covered in freshly packed snow. I was thinking about the guy standing next to me. The guy ruined the photo. All...
Fog is not meant to be driven through Full-speed ahead. Fog is a reminder to stop Stop and reflect. Let some of it out. Feelings are full. Life should be sorted. We are given fog to help us remember Help us remember where we are by taking away our memories of forward and back Fog is meant to keep us here. Now. In this moment Where did your fog come from? How long will it last? Pull over and stop driving Recognize the fog isnt there by mistake