why is that whenever we're sitting on the fence about a decision we're trying to make, that the fence we are sitting on always has to be barbed wire? sometimes we just need to be on that fence for a little bit but the barbed wire makes it so prickly and uncomfortable that we jump off of it and end up making a decision that may not have been the best choice. maybe the trick is to learn how to sit differently and endure that prickly feeling.
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Oh, I miss this pasture! I used to pass it on the way to work every morning with the kidlets in the backseat going "Moooooo!" Thanks for the memory.
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