Compass

Caitlin Cassidy
Jan 31, 2021
1 min read

4-5 years ago I was at a crossroads. Instead of going right or left (or bravely forging my own path) I just planted myself on the ground and stared at dirt. Each path grew over.

A lucky, brave few choose the right path because their compass tells them who to love (and how much), what to let go of, and where to find “true north”. My compass just spins.

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