I continue to struggle with feeling like I am enough. I keep wondering what it will take for me to finally believe this. Maybe this upcoming year I will figure it out.
I have been sitting in my chair for a good 30 minutes trying to figure out what to write. I know only that I want to write this morning. It is a kind of tapping into my wellspring of inner self that provides more light for the path ahead. It’s as if, as I write, a few more twinkling lights pop on along the darkened path I walk making it all feel more magical. And magical is definitely a good thing for me. Magical makes me smile even when all I want to do is cry. Magical makes my feet tap a tune only I can hear. Magical gives me hope.
I have a good dozen blog topics in my journal as of this writing. Lots of ideas ruminate in my head all of the time. And yet none of these grabbed me this morning saying yes that’s what to talk…
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