Once, I was able to put my pen to paper and forthright would flow my thoughts, feelings, aggravations and jubilations. Now, I am barely able to compose a grocery list. I'm going to work on that. Starting now.
Once, I created art, at least my version of it, when I pulled my camera to my face. Now, I let my mind get in the way. I'm also going to work on that.
This blog is about growth. love. peace.
Be patient with me.
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