When the first sun rays of the day hit my open room, I think I’ve decided what to do. It’s the right thing, no matter what Rush feels, or I feel. When I was living on Earth, I made a series of choices that were the wrong ones. Now, as I roll over in bed and stare at the lace pattern of sunlight on the wall as it filters in through the curtains, I know I’m ready to make the tough decisions; the right ones.
It’s time for me to grow up.
– Copyright Trish Marie Dawson