My past, the long of it. Clearly I have problems with boundaries, because I always seem to find myself in these situations. I love seeing you all, really I do.

The stories of a woman pursuing her creative dreams. I had gotten used to the numbness surrounding my every thoughts peppered more often than not, by too much emotion spilling out on my cheeks. This new talent I have to tear up at the drop of a hat. THIS is how it often feels inside, deep inside. Writing is the key, my way out of this dark tunnel. Feeling my fingers dance on the ke.

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I recently had a conversation with my daughter that started with 1 sentence and brought back too many horrid memories. She is a daydreamer just like I was and when questioned came up with the same excuse. She had a lot on her mind. I remember the reply my teacher gave when I had 1st said those words.

Ramblings of a two sided mind. I repaired the bag of a workmate today. My colleague was overjoyed to have her bag made whole and I was filled with a calm happiness at having helped a person and brought them joy. To name a thing is not to control it, indeed full realisation is often a cal.

A camera is like an inner eye but exterior. Your wedding completely changes the direction of your life, you know, no matter how greatly you desire it. I think that moment of doubt and faintness comes from all those imagined and now impossible futures all pressing in on you at once. It is your last chance to experience them, you see, and they all want to be lived at that moment. Sharon Shinn, Jenna Starborn. Judith McNaught, A Kingdom of Dreams. Nora Roberts, Savor the Moment. As two trees deeply rooted in.

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