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On The Beast, Part Four.
Losing My Mind in 5, 4, 3, 2. Its been about two and a half months since I wrote anything other than lists, lunch box notes, absence excuses, a couple IG posts and. Losing My Mind in 5, 4, 3, 2. Listening, learning, loving, living. Losing My Mind in 5, 4, 3, 2. To the moon and back.
Stained Glass Window Gift Wrapping. It happened again last week. I created a design that I fell in love with. Throughout the next couple days I would pull it up on my computer to bask in its greatness. Then I received the reaction from my client.
Why do I love airports? There are all sorts of people walking by where I am. I am trying to focus on my blogging but I can catch bits of their conversations as they walk past. I look at them all and I wonder about their lives. Where are they traveling to? Where have they been? Does someone love them? Did I book one of their tickets for them? Is one of them someone who called me to try to switch seats? Is that one running one that I assured that he had enough time to get to his next flight? .