Sunday, 10 August 2014

Day One

At thirty five I quit engineering to write and cook, feed
my life with smaller measures of  success.  I wanted to find the
Genuine, the Happy.  I want only to live my days knowing
I was doing something that will make my life count.

So I quit,  without nothing but dreams.  No connections,  no marketable skills,
nothing.  Just the nervous prickles on my skin, that instinct to transform.  In my hand, a  smooth stone,  this new found bravery,  the audacity to finally reveal myself to me.

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