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Just Breathe



What a week of emotional ripples, that by themselves meant little, but together formed a transformer tsunami. I need to just breathe, rest, and start anew.

It is rare that I cannot report particulars, but let me just say that I am going through some changes about how I feel about career, love, jumping into the dating field again, etc.

In the midst of this, I find myself grateful that life is issuing me new challenges, new insights, new possibilities. Whew... it can be fatiguing and downright scary.

I did not know I was so AFRAID of dating, of sharing who I am with a man I find a potential.

I have some cleaning up to do this week... necessary, worthwhile, and difficult...

I am now commencing TWO new Operations...

Operation: Naturify
and
Operation: Fictionify

It is time to get my white ass out there in nature and also time that I start writing my tale of Neleothora. Fear has been playing with me in the realms of writing... but I feel my story beckoning me,

"Enter here and create me. You are ready."

I think I am. And that feels good.

So much to report and ingest and create and do...

Much love to the poppets (and obviously the ellipsis as I have significantly overused it in this musing),
Dustin

P.S. I have to learn to relax whilst with the gays. Ha. :-)
P.P.S. The first picture is of the North Pole at sunset and it looks like how I picture the realm in my novel. It is breathtaking, is it not?

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