Woke up early,
With no mourning,
But no dance.
I hope, and I work,
To find dance today
The Dance is Paused
Posted bysickybeatPosted inIdentity, Life, Words, Language, and ImageryTags:2021, choosing optimism, Mood, rhythm
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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