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“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”-e.e. Cummings

I’ve been in one of those overwhelming, awkward moods lately that causes me to wallow, ponder, bemoan, embrace and leap for joy.  In other words, my brain is jam packed full of thoughts and crap, melancholy and delight, fear and bravery.  It’s an odd combination to be sure.  I’m certain a large majority of this is due to me stumbling through life experiences, a little behind the curve.

I also have been forcing myself to admit that it’s not because I’ve been too busy that I haven’t been writing anything.  I’ve spent waaaaayyyy too much time lately watching sappy, wonderful, make-you-roll-your-eyes-and-maybe-shed-a-tear-when-no-one-is-looking Christmas Movies.