I love to write. When I write this blog, it is though I am writing you a letter.
Actually, as I read through it from the beginning, it is like one big unfinished chapter. How many of us start a chapter and never finish it. We are finished and die and our story lies dormant.
This morning I have a dear friend in ICU, comatose, a friend found him not breathing. Apparently he was without oxygen for more than 5 minutes.
I have thought about making decisions this year. Couldn’t decide where to build a little house, couldn’t decide where to work, couldn’t decide who to be close to………..whew what a muddy picture.
So, today I choose to stop listening to the narrator who has resided in my head. That narrator is officially fired, replaced with a decision maker.
Now, let’s rewrite the story.
Join me,
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