debt.

I owe myself an apology, forgiveness and a permission slip.

I’m sorry for not listening to you, to your gut feeling. But I have to forgive you, so you can move on and become more than “potential.” Because if you don’t then that’s all you’ll ever be. Because if you don’t then guilt will hold you back and “what if” will pollute your thoughts. I owe you a permission slip to be unapologetic & audacious; to declare this season yours—to live a life worthy of