Confused, I charged along my path. I felt exposed. Has everyone forsaken me? Where can my tortured soul find its comfort? I stop. No comic book hero will arrive to save me. There is only me. And I am good enough. I was always good enough.
Powerful lessons learned late.
Bob is retired and living the good life. When not entertaining his dogs, he tries to write fiction. He just recently started posting on Medium.
You are good 👍 ❤️ enough…
If you’re not prepared it’s never a opportunity, ansd self doubt devours.
Two lessons learned: 1. You are enough and 2. You are never really alone. There’s always others who are like minded and have had similar experiences.
Bittersweet.