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So many thoughts swirling around in my head.  I am finding it increasingly difficult to sleep.  I have to express.  I have to start sharing the words tumbling through my brain.  I have made notes and probably processed a trillion thoughts and ideas in the last few weeks, but alas no blog has emerged.



The thing is I have been busy.  I know, I know … old excuse.  It was easy to put off blogging about things that have been going on in deference to more pressing deadlines. After all, this is self-directed and I have no deadline other than my own. 



Choices.  Life can be so annoying sometimes.  Always boils down to choices.   What am I choosing and what criteria am I using to choose.   That is the question.  I choose.   I have been choosing to respond to external deadlines – deadlines imposed by other people's needs and expectations.  I have chosen to ignore my internal deadlines and needs. 



And after some time I really start to see the results in my life.  Lack of sleep, disturbed sleep, IRRITATION, cloudy thinking, disinterest, and oh, did I mention, IRRITATION with everybody and everything.  It seems that when I stifle myself in this way, I am like a stopped up pipe that springs a hundred little leaks to release the pressure.  I am a writer, a thinker, and a processor.  And I need to write, think, and process.


I have had some wonderful insights and awakenings in the last few weeks.  I can't wait to share them with you.  To quote Rachel Maddow, "watch this space."
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