An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Sunday, 31 May 2020
There are days when I feel nothing I do is right, nothing I do is good enough. I say what's on my mind someone gets mad and I then wish I'd kept my mouth shut. I try and do what I believe is right and end up agonizing over it for several turns because I invariably make the wrong choice.. seems to be something I will never stop doing... Learning by making all the wrong choices in life first. Will my life ever be simple?
