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A true love story always has bumps, realizations, and hard times
I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” ― Marilyn Monroe
I have been sitting here for about 3 hours working on a story. I have started, restarted, deleted, and then started again. I have too many ideas I am attempting to put into one article when it is more.
I am sitting here, finally home, back on my mountain. Realizing how behind I have gotten on here, I indeed took a vacation. I barely wrote, read, or interacted.
The anxiety and stress of the green notifications on here and in my external life are too overwhelming to form coherent sentences. My garden is calling me today. I have so many weeds that it looks like a jungle.
I have new plantain blooms, tons of squash flowers, and new pineapple growth, and the beans have taken over the terrace! I have about 20 luffas growing and a new idea to make soap with the luffas — new plans for my garden.
