I’ve been spending a couple hours each night moving files from one computer to another and cleaning up what I leave behind on each drive. I came across a letter I had written about 3 years ago and, in it, found this little gem of introspection:
When you can’t be the real you without rocking the boat – ever – you begin to realize that you might simply just be in the wrong boat.
Took me 43 years to learn that…44 to get out of the boat.
Keepin' it real in the bloggerhood,