I recently posted this image as it's one of my favorite illustrations from my upcoming adult children's book, "Clifford's Baby".
Every time I look at this I think, "you're getting better."
Today it's cold and rainy. Perfect weather to continue working on my #horrornovella eh?
As I was sitting down to write, thinking about this post, the word 'loss' came to mind. As did the word 'lost' and how one can become lost after a loss.
I thought of this as I showered, appreciating the hot water, remembering what life was and how it's become.
I'm still racking my mind around a recent loss. Asking myself questions, wandering down different thoughts, and through it all looking at myself.
When I put 'transform everything' on my vision board last year, I felt something then. It's interesting the weight of things, something you thought was a tiny decision, a drop in the bucket, and watching it ripple versus the decisions you do give proper weight to.
Everything's a choice.
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