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Life's Magic Eraser

I went to the store the other day to pick up one of the coolest things that they ever invented (IMO) for the home...the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser! I love that sucker! Now they got all different versions of it.... (Trust me it is not a game! I am totally addicted to the Magic Eraser brands...LOL)

As I was using it....a thought came to my head. I wish life had a "magic eraser". I'd just line by line...bit by bit...erase the shit that I went through.

My HS boyfriend (and high school in general...)....erased!

My wedding/marriage....erased!

The decision to NOT go to NYC....erased.

My weight gain......erased

Those "encounters" with certain people....erased.

So-called friends.....erased.

They say we are the sum total of our experiences. While I feel that is true...that still doesn’t make me regretful for things I've done in my life...or wished I could do over.

So what is life's magic eraser:







Those things help to smooth over past experiences and create new ones constantly! It helps us to keep moving....I don’t regret MOST things I have done in life (let me stress most...cause some sh*t I just had to ask Jesus for forgiveness...*smh* ) because they help to shape who I am...what I am..And where I am going in life.

But I still wish I had a magic eraser...sometimes...


  1. This is such a good post. I wish I'd thought of this concept earlier so this could have been my blog (lmao!!) I love this! Definitely a few things i'd "do over," or jus undo entirely, if i had a magic eraser.


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