I go about like a robot. Lifeless. Waiting for the inspiration to hit. I certainly don’t feel like riding tonight. These are the rides I make myself muster — on horseback, into the darkness, into the trails — to ease my harried mind. It worked, it seems, as I slept quietly afte...
All these minutes, hours, days, months, years, and decades, I’ve been devoted (beyond what’s humanly possible) to those who needed me. I thought that was a good thing. I thought I was superhuman. I was lauded. I was built up as “amazing.” I had no boundaries. And I believed...
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