I feel peaceful and a little bit excited I’m apprehensive to believe I am fabulous but for a moment it is nice to consider it’s possibility
In the middle of worry, there can be an island of peace. I am trying to not judge myself or wonder if I did enough. I have a difficult writing or journaling. Something got bottled up inside me where I don’t want to think or write. Writing in response to questions is novel. Being asked to write more , even more novel. Yet, I responded and focus on the writing is a strange consideration. Maybe, I am enough?
