I’m a writer. I guess you could say it’s my comfort zone. At least that’s what my project partner says 😁 Even the astrologers I follow are talking about my comfort zone. I never really thought of it that way. It’s true. I don’t feel nervous when I’m expressing myself through writing. What makes me uncomfortable???
Do you believe in signs? In fate? How about destiny? Reminiscing on passing days…I believe. Existing in this earthly world as a human can be both heartbreaking and joyousness within the same minute. We’re just so advance like that 😂 So…a year ago I lost Lucy. I finally released her ashes. Did I feel magically
One Saturday morning I woke and actually felt somewhat normal again. I can’t give you the date or time…or the kind of morning it was. I assume sunny. I assume the sun rays were peaking through my blinds. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the sun rise. Like clockwork, I rise before the sun