I have been sick.
Dasan has returned from DC.
I want to fill in all the details, but most of it's just heard through the grapevine anyway.
Truth be told, I need to write more. I used to write every single day - good stuff too. At some point I lost my teenage/early 20's angst and got all wrapped up in being a mom and a student and an employee and all that and I lost one of the things that I loved, that I was good at, that made me always feel better and more connected to who I AM.
Maybe what I wrote was sad or nostalgic or depressing or hopeful, but it was MINE, for me, and it worked. I would watch some dramatic indy film or listen to some sad song for hours and then I would sob and sob and get it all OUT.
I think that's why I've been sick. Those feelings are poison. Better poison on a page than in my space.
So that's my goal. I'm going to get a new notebook, oh yes that's write, I'm talking about actual paper and pen, and I am going to fill it up.
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That's what I've been up to. Writing. Every single day. Since the end of July. So far, so good. Mine has been virtually though. I find, as much as I love, and love to collect journals, I always deviate from them, and then back again, and then finally one half-filled journal gets replaced by another, prettier, more interesting journal, lol.
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