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Today I was

Today, I had an experience. 

Today, I was challenged and moved to be courageous.
Today, I was influenced to do something I felt in my core, was wrong
Today, I questioned the intentions of someone above me, someone I look up too
Today, I took the opportunity to stand my ground for the good of someone else
Today, I realized how influential others can be on a life that's not their own
Today, I thought about my influence and realized how important it was on this young soul

Today, I put their needs above my own 
Today, I realized the right, the wrong, and the grey, no matter how big or small,
are impactful and scarring

Today, I'm proud of myself because I lived my truth

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  1. Jenna WilliamsMarch 3, 2020 at 5:03 PM

    I could feel the empowerment as I read this post, I'm so glad you stood your ground and did what you felt was best. I really love how you utilized different font sizes and colors to add some emphasis to those words, it almost makes me feel the writing, if that makes any sense. I love the line "Today, I'm proud of myself because I lived my truth" it's inspirational.

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    1. MariMarch 3, 2020 at 7:13 PM

      Thank you Jenna!! It felt really good to do what I knew I should, instead of what someone else thought I should do! (:

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  2. Dr. Macie KerbsMarch 4, 2020 at 6:01 AM

    Wow. This gave me chills. You go girl!

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