F R I D A Y . J A N U A R Y . 1 S T . 1 9 9 9

The past ten years have been about the ghosts of a lingering past. About forgiveness and perseverance to that of which can not be changed but hopefully learned from. I resolve to give into passion and spontaneity to enjoy and to give in to the previously self- forbidden desires.

I promise to try and greet each day with child-like curiosity, first kiss excitement and hunger, while gently reflecting newly found wisdom. I will not wait to live my life and each night as my head hits the soft cotton of my pillow; I will forgive myself for not being as perfect as I had intended to be at the start of my day.

I will.

P A S S I O N . F O R G I V E N E S S . H U N G E R

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