Never Be the Same

You'd think a broken shoe, spilled coffee and gentle cussing would be followed by me turning and running the other direction when that happens straight after I lock eyes on what can only be described as male magnificence. But, despite my boss's warnings, I jumped right in with my Prada clad feet and pencil skirts. I didn't think anything of it. I didn't listen to that doubting voice inside me.

Until I had to answer the untimely question...

How do you open up to the future when the past won't leave you alone?

It's simple.

You let your future drive out your past, and then you point to a place and tell it you love it.