It's been interesting getting back into all the things I used to love. It's taken a lot longer than I thought it would...I still am not dancing or acting, and the only place I sing is in the car...but I'm drawing. And I'm taking fun photos. It's a start. And at least I now know the direction I should be traveling: I think that's half the battle.
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...there was a girl. This girl could do all sorts of things. Sort of. She could sing. She could dance. She could draw. She could write. She could act. Sort of. Never well enough to satisfy herself, but it gave her pleasure to attempt to do these things, regardless. To attempt to make art.
Then, one day, she stopped. She didn't know why--still doesn't.
Time went by.
She got married.
She got miserable.
Then, one day, she decided she was not going to be miserable any longer. She turned on her stereo and sang at the top of her lungs--out of practice though she was (the rust is still being shaken off her vocal chords). She wrote s