It's been five months since we've been back in the USA. Twenty gloriously lazy weeks. We've walked and shopped and driven around the state, basking in the seasons, the language, the people, and the ease of being home. I have taken countless baths, slept late, gone to Target, the bookstore, the downtown shops. We have furnished, nested, and rested, sitting back to admire our work. It's entirely cozy, warm and happy, this home we have created.
I have been quietly waiting to act. And now it's time. I have everything. And so I must do something. I must write. dance. study. These are the things I love to do, that make me feel most like myself. I can be lazy and afraid. Both failure and success make me queasy. But I want to be more, find a vocation, be recognized, help, change or improve or impact a life, with my limited skills and ambitions. I need to try. I just have to begin. It's Action-time.
Here I go.
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