Taking Control
Still I find myself contemplating the meaning of life, but in some respects this has taken a more positive direction.
I am, in general, feeling considerably more determined to make my life more ordered and less stressful. I don’t have a full set of answers right now, but I’m lucky to be finding writing—both the stuff I complete and numerous scraps I fiddle with and toss aside—increasingly cathartic again. One of the things that stopped me writing much was that I produced something that kinda scared me a bit, during a really dark period, around the early Summer of 1999. But that’s history.
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