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I’m here again. Not sure of this or that. Back into the grind. Back to stress, and the life of a cooperate mummy. Talking big, feeling small, and most of the time, I can’t tell is the clock is telling to start or stop. This is the life I keep trying to avoid but it is the life I always end up with. I think back to December when it was all easy, and I was able to wake up with the air still smelling fresh. How fast things can catch up once again. I’m up to my neck and looking around. Maybe it’s time to get a little head cleansing. One of those “throw away responsibility” rituals. Am I always destine to just run?

Be the child with no worries, or be successful in what you do? Always these ends, and nothing between. One extreme or the other. Looking at both side, there is simplicity in the choice. Figuring out where to start heading is where the difficulty lies…