"Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever gonna make it home again. It's so far and out of sight." Carole King
Right now. That's how I feel. Kind of small. Kind of on my own path. Rambling. Doing some reading. I'm taking a journalling class for personal revival with a lovely author named Lynn Morrissey. She's really great. So solid. And what a beautiful writer! Makes me wonder why I bother putting words down anywhere. I've always been of the opinion that it's best to let the people who are good, really good at things (like math, for instance) do it. Have a blast. Godspeed! Yet here I am, throwing down some random words on a blog, the thing that jokes are made of. A little voice says that this is stupid. It feels good to know that it doesn't have any power over me.