I like the backstory on Riley, because I lived through this decision making. I, too, made the decision to start saying yes. The only thing is, a big decision just doesn't open the door and the door stays open. There are times when there is regression and then I become angry with myself. It's like trying to kick a habit that's not productive or usefull, a recording in your brain where there's this deep rut. And sometimes that leads to a sliding backward.
Thank you for sharing your perspective, Colleen. I completely agree—saying yes and moving forward isn’t always a straight path. That deep rut you described is something I think a lot of us wrestle with, and I’m glad you shared it. I hope Riley’s journey reflects that balance of progress and setbacks, and I’d love to hear more about your experience as I continue to explore these themes. ❤️
ps. Are you related to the Bent’s in upstate New York?
my husband is a Bents that led in Sudbury, MA IN 1630...................There are a pile of Bents spreading out since then of course. my husband says 'probably'
I like the backstory on Riley, because I lived through this decision making. I, too, made the decision to start saying yes. The only thing is, a big decision just doesn't open the door and the door stays open. There are times when there is regression and then I become angry with myself. It's like trying to kick a habit that's not productive or usefull, a recording in your brain where there's this deep rut. And sometimes that leads to a sliding backward.
Thank you for sharing your perspective, Colleen. I completely agree—saying yes and moving forward isn’t always a straight path. That deep rut you described is something I think a lot of us wrestle with, and I’m glad you shared it. I hope Riley’s journey reflects that balance of progress and setbacks, and I’d love to hear more about your experience as I continue to explore these themes. ❤️
ps. Are you related to the Bent’s in upstate New York?
my husband is a Bents that led in Sudbury, MA IN 1630...................There are a pile of Bents spreading out since then of course. my husband says 'probably'
a Bent.