i wore the same dress i wore when i graduated last summer with my masters degree. it felt like a graduation, the completion of one part of my life, the beginning of another. as i walked through the downtown streets to my final appointment, i saw a homeless man on madison avenue. he said, "good morning, happy birthday!" i smiled and thanked him. it wasn't my birthday, but it might as well have been - a new day, a new beginning, the first day of my new life.
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Your new life started a long time ago!
ReplyDeleteyou are all grown up!
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