Cold hearted

~ Last year, I had debated whether to go home for Christmas, as my financial situation was less than flourishing. After a short deliberation, I reminded myself that money was easily replaced if one’s motivation was in the right place but time was not. Later that day, I booked my ticket and flew home to Montreal, Canada. Coming out of the airport and feeling the fresh cold air hit my face confirmed for me that I made the right decision. If there was any doubt left in my mind, it all dissipated as I walked up the snow-covered porch, and saw heart. When we make choices from the heart based on love, they can never be wrong.

On the porch of my childhood home.