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Wade hit a deer while he ws delivering pizza the other night (yes, he's alright) and at first I was worried about missing work because I'm already in trouble for being tardy and being sick three days (which I had a Dr.'s excuse for mind you). But... it turns out it was worth missing. I got into a creative zone and started working on my webpage again. I stayed up until 2 am and then forced myself to go to bed. It took until about 9 am for my mind to quiet so I could get some real sleep. Then I got back up at noon and started again. I worked on and off until midnght when I figured I better get some sleep for work today.
It feels SO GOOD to have finally broken through the brick wall. It's been so difficult... and now...
I visualize myself in tattered, dirt smudged jeans and a large grey t-shirt, my hair pulled back in a loose ponytail - little wings of wild hair about my head. A pair of young hands aged as the soil settles into my lifeline.
The air is thick. Particles of dust seem to dance in the beam of sunlight streaming through the window. The drops of perspiration originating from my hair line trickle down my temples uncovering fresh skin beneath the dust.
I've been banging away at the bricks with a large sledge hammer that now rests head down against my right leg. There's a large hole in the wall in front of me and I'm staring at an open trunk lying on the floor just on the other side of the wall. On my face, a look of astonishment and joy - and maybe a bit of disbelief. I seem to hear a chorus of angels singing harmonious odes of joy as the trunk gleams in its dim surroundings.
And inside! My treasure - The prize for all my struggles and determination -
My creativity is returned to me!
  
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