" If whispers don't get your attention, bricks will start flying your way".
They haven't been as quiet as a whisper, or as painful as a brick, but the sensation has been quite uncomfortable.
I guess the universe decided after checking off one thing on my list it would arrive at the next. And so the symptoms started to appear that first popped in a different area of my life last year:
Fatigue upon waking despite hours of sleep, dread upon arriving at my destination. The tell tale signs it is time to go. But this time it's a little easier to navigate these waters. I have more of a concrete footing of what I'm looking for. The reason why there hasn't been much activity on here, besides digesting and working in much valued feedback on the back story of the broken-nosed ghost in the fedora, (the light at the end of the tunnel is shining brighter now!), is that I've gone old school. Writing notes and rants to myself in a flesh and blood journal. Think the last time I did this with effort was in 10th grade.
In the words of Annette Hanshaw " That's All".. :)
Once Again: Just in Time for the the Holidays: Thanking the Problems for Being the Gifts - Originally posted Thursday, November 27, 2008 Years and years and years ago times were, well, not so hotsy totsy. I was urged to every night make a list of ...
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