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I Have Disconnected With My Inner Child
I just finished my six kilometer run.
Nothing spectacular I know, but just enough to digest that big piece of lasagna I had for lunch and enough to enjoy a glass of wine (maybe two) later on tonight, guilt free.
I am currently wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa after taking a nice long hot shower, and I am finally ready to tackle this writing piece that I so desperately wanted to share with all of you for some time now.
Enjoy!
Seeing The World As It Really Is
Growing up in a safe and protected home, I was very fortunate. Always happy, living in the present with no care in the world; I was thriving!
I had a great imagination as a kid. I loved coming up with stories in my head and sharing them with my friends, classmates, and family members. Even trees, snails, and birds had the pleasure of being part of my audience.
I spend hours and hours outside, sitting under trees, talking to myself, collecting snails and listening to birds chirping away.
Oh how beautiful life was! So simple, so sweet, so perfect!
And now?
Life is anything but simple! And it’s definitely not perfect!
