I spend to much time dreaming and not enough time doing. I make lists. I make plans. I read and research something I want to do. I read for pleasure. I think about all the what ifs in life and make more lists of what would be different if I was different.
I stay inside. I’m hiding from the world right now. I shouldn’t be. I’m in a new city with new things to see and do, so I make a list again. And promise myself that tomorrow will be different. That the part of me that loves exploring life and learning new things isn’t dead. It’s just recuperating from an almost fatal wound.
I spend too much time dreaming and not enough time doing when I am not writing. I need to really live my life to have something worthy of which to write.
My life on an unexpected path 
Good luck on your new journey! Take it easy. 🙂
Thank you for sharing!
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You really aren’t hiding as well as you think: You’re here with us, aren’t you? We think you are awesome! Btw, in answer to your question, I would love to! 🙂
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I like how succinct but also rich and revealing this is, especially this line above. Thanks for sharing your thoughts here.
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I can relate, Dede. Thanks for sharing. Remember, writing is doing and maybe that is what your soul needs to do right now. Ever thought about joining a writer’s group? Or starting one?
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Go for it Dede, you’ll get there jus what Honest said 😉😉😉
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Baby steps, you’ll get there.
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