Oh, the fluidityOf childhood days Splashing and skipping alongThe path meandering, directionless When does life acquire edgesDoors and hallways hindering? Led by asphalt and time clocksObligations too numerous to count. My own body has become a cellMovement stiffened, mind rigid It’s those childhood memoriesSoul ingrained, keep me fluid. (Image my own)
Growing up, I thrived on being the responsible one. Need something done, someone to bail you out, an issue to be confronted – I was your girl. Until I wasn’t anymore. One day something snapped in me and that house of cards came tumbling down. Sometimes it’s hard to see the ugly truth and yet, […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Love it 🙂
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Thanks
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One more thing! Just wanted to share the warmth with you (if you want it)
I nominated you for the Sunshine blogger award! https://proscenium.me/2018/12/15/pocket-full-of-sunshine
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Thanks for that. My brain is too challenged for awards, but I appreciate it.
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I totally understand 😊
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This was definitely me this morning! 😂🤣
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Lol. This has been me for three days.
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Haha! I like it 🙂
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lol
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