I overthink things...

I have spent months thinking about revisiting blogging. Each time the need to express myself arises it is quashed by the fear of grammar or spelling errors, or mistyping things, which happens so easily when you are typing faster than your brain is working. Or making supper takes priority. Or homework needs to be done. Or work needs to be completed. Or I am just so tired from my day and life that I can't string a sentence together let alone allow my thought the freedom to roam.

Enough.

I need this.

Most of the time there is a bit too much life.

I need to write, to express, to share.

That is all, for now.

Peace be with you
Philippa

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