One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight.
It was a habit, like a nervous tick or a form of OCD.
She counted the steps. Leaving… just eight simple steps to a new day, a new hope, a new dream.
One. I will not let what happened yesterday overrule today.
Two. I will embrace new opportunities.
Three. I will try to smile at everyone.
Four. Drat. I forgot my travel cup with my coffee. Forget it, I’m not going back. Four! I will not go backwards!
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