i love to write.
i hate to write.
too many words, experiences, feelings flow through my mind.
conspiring to erase an order or sense of logic that i try to coerce them into.
(and yes, i just ended a sentence with a preposition and that will bother me, but i don't want to craft it differently for fear of losing the rest of this thought.)
i am blessed beyond measure. i have had some amazing experiences and results lately.
in working to connect more, i feared losing an edge.
-- or perhaps not! --
i have made more of the connection i seek