I looked up from work on Friday, closed my eyes, and breathed in my favorite song playing on my phone. Then I stopped, grabbed a few post it notes and wrote something completely beautiful about balance, life, balance, life, stuffed it in my pocket and told my boss I was punching out for the day.
It was meant to be shared and is sitting on the dresser now. But more than that, for once in a month I wrote something and that felt really good. It felt right, it felt important, and it felt true. Reading the yellow sticky notes now may not even make sense, as that moment is gone, but that doesn't matter. I wrote.
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