Apr 6, 2020
Days. Weeks. Months. Who Know?
Some days, I’m as high as Carlos Castaneda on Peyote and think, “You have everything needed for the extravagant journey that is your life.” Other days, I’m more Eeyore, “Days. Weeks. Months. Who knows?”
All I know is that I’m going to go all John Wick on the ass of the next person who says that this is an opportunity for reflection and connection. Isn’t the silence wonderful? Write your book…
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