The thing is, I am going to have to find time to write.
At least a little bit.
Simply because NOT doing so not going to help but may even hinder.
I think perhaps, an all or nothing outlook is simply not going to work in this instance.
What do they call that thing again?
Yes – that’s the one.
Feeling a lot better, but still need to watch my load lest I undo myself again before I get back to a place where time is not my absolute enemy.
So that’s good!
I do believe, the well wishes helped.
It really is amazing how much it touches our hearts when people pause in their lives to wish us the best.
Thank you so very much.❤
Is it not strange though just how long we leave it until we do let down our guard and let people in?
Art is my special love, but writing, well if I don’t I drift off into am odd place.
A place where stories begin to try manifest into my reality. I suppose that can be a good thing but I suspect it might be a little bit off kilter too.
Perhaps the place to go is to create the worlds I imagine in my head, with my words.
Pretty much what I have always done, but I do feel a thresh-hold of sorts has been crossed once again.
I do like that as I have got a bit older I progress through things quicker to where I know the steps forward easier and clearer.
I AM weak. I AM unwell (long story). I AM getting stronger daily, I KNOW if I slip and let go of my lines I must set to maintain health, even a little, I will crash and become unable again (and each time is worse) but strength often comes through clarity even when physically ill.
I did truly think I would not turn back. I was right, I am not, I am moving forward, but I think I discovered there are certain things I can not, and must not, leave behind.
My words are one of those things.