I Keep Drumming
I’ve been marching to the beat of a different drummer for as long as I can remember. That rhythm—my rhythm—is who I am. It’s creative, heartfelt, true. But more and more, it feels like I’m the only one who hears it. Where once there were moments of connection, people who caught the tune or even joined me for a while, now there’s mostly silence. The older I get, the more I feel like I’m off by…
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