Beginnings

Short and sweet for starters. Last week I was in my kitchen doing dish therapy, composing a groaning song in my head with lyrics that my soul needed to hear. I believe the refrain was, "I'm not in control" repeated several times. By the time my kitchen was clean, food made, whatever it was I was doing there, I decided I needed to remember what I had just created. Garage Band was hastily opened and I sung a few lines into the computer's microphone. That's as far as I got.

So, there my song sits, waiting until I come back to it weeks from now. Maybe just the creation of it was what I needed. It's a beginning. Like this blog...

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