Fearless, part 26

The part number changed in my head a bunch of times... technically I am not sure which number I am on between the journal, the blog, and my head.

But this morning, I was reflecting with gentleness and compassion the number of times last week I had embodied fearless.

As I told a friend last night, I have to guard against looking back with regret. I couldn't really do it last night- I just knew it was what I had to do.

In the light of day, with a plate full of yummy food and coffee and a delicious blueberry muffin, fearless became the word I used to describe my resilience and actions this week.

Blessed be.

Truly.