Weeks of treading water, drifting though days doing the bare minimum. Not that I'm not preparing four meals each day, doing the laundry, making the beds, and playing mama - and all the trivia that entails. It's just that all this mundane stuff is just a deep rooted procrastination. I know I have things I need to address, and I am afraid of this next stage. Afraid that this fledgling dream I have my mind won't work and I will be sucked back into a humdrum routine job that will throttle my creativity.
It's spring. Change is in the air. I smell it.
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