I dreamed about being a writer and here I am living my dream. I'm a writer. But this is not an end, it's a process, a journey, and it continues. Come, walk along with me as I write.
Oh those swirls of life, they just wash right over us sometimes, don't they? Peace, hope all is well.
Joanne, the current pulled me under for a few days. I've managed to rise to the surface but I am soaked and weighed down with left over sediment. Thinking clearly and seeing my way back to my former rhythm is taking some some and I am letting it happen slowly. You know how it is with overwhelm? Easy come; hard to go.
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Oh those swirls of life, they just wash right over us sometimes, don't they? Peace, hope all is well.
Joanne, the current pulled me under for a few days. I've managed to rise to the surface but I am soaked and weighed down with left over sediment.
Thinking clearly and seeing my way back to my former rhythm is taking some some and I am letting it happen slowly.
You know how it is with overwhelm? Easy come; hard to go.
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