I want to shake things up, change the world, write stories that move hearts. But I also want naps.
I’ve survived a civil war with my own mind; now I engage in one with my body. Winning and losing have lost their definitions.
I’m thinking about so many things today: bioethics, Salt Novel, choices and death, the drivers behind attraction, myofascial massage, story structure, online dating, the writing workshop I am teaching in two weeks for which I am not sure I have enough to say.
I just want to curl up in strong arms that feel like a battery charging station, even if that’s not really how love works.
Praying renewal over you tonight friend! Your work is important!
Hugs, Rach! Thanks!
Reblogged this on JACKIE LEA SOMMERS.