I could consume vast quantities of laughter and light up a room with a smile, only to watch it unfold; dastardly and mild.
There is no hesitance, without you and life has been short and circumstantial while I’ve been on this journey. I didn’t think I could do it. Healing and all that nonsense. Leaving the table and picking back up again, didn’t take forever like I thought. Only over a year. A year that was, quiet.
I think I needed that quiet to start to question why the humdrum got to me when I look back and it all felt so exciting.
Starting a business, always with a New Year’s Resolution. I think coming back from the near death of epilepsy has been quite a riot. And I’m still not fully as I was and I don’t think I’ll ever be. One injury and a weak mind, bed rotting. It was hard to find the light and yet, I do. The medication has done me well, it’s worked, it’s done the job. Whatever definition to a positive yet sleepy outcome. I don’t think I’ll ever work again type thing. This, this is the work.
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