I had a dream before waking up where my mind constantly kept getting directed towards a sail on a boat with a hole in it.
There is something flawed about my strategy.
Beethoven wrote at least a line of music each day.
I must also write at least for 15 minutes each day.
I am feeling:
Like combing my hair
Eager to face this day
Happy
Plain
Happy that I slept well
I am grateful for God's infinite love, Grace and blessings on my life.
Love,
Me.
8.51 am
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