What if I…failed?

"Oh, umm, I can't make it out this weekend. I have other plans. Maybe next weekend?" With the dial tone ringing in my ear, I shook my head. Plans, Erica? Maybe curling up on the couch for a Grey's Anatomy marathon. To never know if this could have been my chance? Utter silliness. I gulped in a big breath and hit redial. "You know? I've canceled my plans. Saturday noon work for you?" It … [read more]

It is hard to fail quote Theodore Roosevelt

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