In my youth, I was like a kid in a candy store, with visits to the library and a love for books and paper. I dreamed of being an artist, and my trips to the library provided my all-time back-up-plan for living: that of writing my way out of a paper bag. Obviously, those dreams didn’t really pan out.
I still love paper and books, ink and paint, but the prime objective of my youth had been not to accidentally steal anybody else’s ideas in my writing or picture making, so I just withdrew almost entirely. Now I’m back in this world, having forgotten most of everything, with the enhanced aid of a brain disease that helps me not to remember. Judging from my tired eyes, my vision might become questionable as well, but I do hope that my heart still sees just fine.
I’m not a woman that will be making babies of my very own, but I can still read a picture book, and that is my joy, so I’ll continue on this path. That is, until I can no longer log-in when needed. Life is so exhausting, but I have been more tired in the past, and I have had fewer ideas. Thankfully the world is a generator of stories, and I’m once again glad to be here in it. This is an answer to prayer, and I am grateful.
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