Thanks for your patience, my readers (both of you)!
I’m still getting the hang of full time work, life, and personal writing balance, so thanks for waiting a day for tea thoughts. It’s on my personal to do list to revisit “The Artist in the Office” by Summer Pierre, a fantastic illustrative workbook for how not to lose your artistic zest by way of 9 to 5 cubicle life. (A post on my reflections is forthcoming.)
So today. Life is a miraculous poem. Live, love, laugh, rhyme, don’t rhyme. Just avoid dark chambers, pendulums, etc.
If your life was a poem, what would the title be?
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