When a dream shatters, it’s heartbreaking. No matter how hard you try to put the pieces back together, there will always be a piece of the original missing. The vision you had will never be the same. It’s been broken, shards missing, integral parts gone. The rebuilding process is tough. It makes you angry and resentful. It hurts. It’s painful. But it’s worth it. Because a dream *can* be rebuilt and although it may not be the same as it once was, the heart of it remains the same and that’s what matters. As long as the heart is in the dream, that’s all that really matters.
In semi-related news, my last two Fridays have followed the same pattern and have royally sucked. They start out amazing. Good mood, good hair, good makeup, and then something goes craptastically wrong and it all just goes south. Maybe I should just not work on Fridays…lucky for me, I’m off the next one thanks to Charro Days. Hopefully that’ll break the spell.
I realized I’m behind on my OOTWs and I have somehow also managed to have missed a day in the last two weeks, but that’s okay because I pretty much love every single outfit in these pictures and I think it shows.
Have a fabulous Friday, y’all!