. . . because inspiration doesn’t always require words.
In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy for it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, thereās something stronger ā something better, pushing right back. Albert Camus
creative diva. copy chick. idea junkie who likes to color outside the lines.
Iāve learned well that anything can happen ā and if we wait long enough, pretty much everything does.
Itās what we do in between that counts.
When I began my first blog, writebrainwidow.blog, I was a devastated widow attempting to make sense of the unthinkable. Well, THAT quest was a bust, but the journey and all that it demanded was not.
Iām still here, Iām still writing, still persisting and resisting ā with my sense of humor intact.
I'll continue to drop more words and thoughts into the "other shoe" so if it DOES fall ā it might just be a kickass, backless heel.
A girl can hope.
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The Other Shoe 