I keep telling myself that the way out is through. It’s a mantra, a flimsy roadmap, a reminder that I have no other choice but to keep moving forward. But some days, I don’t know how.
That's a lot for anyone to hold at one time Chris. I hope there's been some gaps for deep breathing since you wrote this a few months ago. If not I'm sending the wizards over!
That's a lot for anyone to hold at one time Chris. I hope there's been some gaps for deep breathing since you wrote this a few months ago. If not I'm sending the wizards over!
Gosh Chris! Do you need anything? Firewood? Knife sharpening? Lunch? I don't know, but you do. What do you need? If I can help I will.
Chris, thank you for these reminders and your vulnerability. All best to your folks and the road to recovery.
Thanks, Roger. I look forward to returning to my art and storytelling soon, but for now, this is my reality.