Standing on the edge of the precipice.
With the wind whipping around me, tugging me forward.
Laughing with wild abandon as I take. One. Step. Forward.
Is rebirth always this exhilarating? Wind-whipped and wild?
I fall.
Into. A. New. Me.
Falling happily into the precipice,
Penelope
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Frolicking with chipmunks in the garden and leaping into a 'New You'Just how many Martini's did you have yesterday Missy.......;
Heeeeeee! I swear I didn't! I'm just excited because I am starting a new "path" as an author of children's books...with a new name and a new persona. I feel like Frankenstein. "It's alive!" :^)
A cocktail book for children, perhaps?:-}Those kids are going to have an education of some kind! Congrats to my favorite tiara wearing children's author. Tiara must be involved even if cocktails and beards, aren't? I'm getting warmer! Oh, maybe it's a latent hot flash! xxoo Nancy
Oh my God! Cocktails for kids! You are brilliant, Nancy. I am working on a weenie dog story about my lovie, Lucy. She's gonna be a star! (And maybe I'll do a story about her tiara, too). :^)
Congrats to the new you!Happy writing. I can't wait to see the final product.
Whoa. You writing poetry now? Uh, no, Frankenstein you're not - more like, um, a butterfly.
Thanks, Casey! Me too!
OK, Julia, I'll take the butterfly over Frankenstein.
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