I want to talk about the dreams we shelve, those aspirations we tuck away in the attic of our hearts while we're busy building a life for someone else. For me, that someone else was my son. And for about eighteen, maybe nineteen years, my answer to "Who are you?" was simple: " I'm his mom ." That was my identity, my purpose, my everything. He still is my everything, just in a different way now.
Welcome to Darlyn Dreams I’m Chrissy, a South Carolina writer navigating the journey of self-discovery with honesty, hustle and heart. This is a space for those who have ever felt lost, questioned their purpose or feared they were "too old to start over." Through the voice of Darlyn, I’m not just dreaming; I’m doing. Whether you are here to build a business or find a bit of creative soul, I’m glad you’ve joined me. Let’s not just live—let’s thrive.
Fyi.. thank you..
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. My pleasure. And thank you for taking a moment to comment, it means a lot to me.
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