on this day, i was wearing a blue dress.
before that and since then, the days have sort of melded together. life is just ticking past, and i’m afraid i’m not living in the moment very often. always running — in my mind or around in my life.
i need to practice slowing down. sitting still. dreaming again. or i’m afraid i’ll wake up one morning and not recognize myself.
i miss writing here. so much.