Sometimes I am so myopic that the grains of sand look like boulders.
Think about that for a second. I get so focused on the minutia, that small stuff becomes bigger, harder, and immovable. A permanent fixture in my life.
Generally, I am a glass full, there’s silver lining, make it have a purpose kind of gal. I acknowledge the things that have a high probability of happening and do my best to sway the odds the way I want them to go. But shit does happen. I write stories about the stuff I don’t want to happen and I find a way to give them a happy ending.
Recently my sister died. That knocked me back and forced me to look at things differently. I view this as a good thing. Not my sister’s death, but the chance to reset and take stock of where I am. The…
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