Although my body has never been flexible (can’t blame age for that one) I like to think I’m flexible in my thinking. But not always.
My opinions on important matters have remained constant – my position on gun safety, on child advocacy, on human rights.
And many things I used to love I have put on a shelf – Bikram Yoga, pilates (well, not too much love for that one), Italian lessons, playing piano, playing a djembe, oil and acrylic painting.
Not writing. I will always write. Now, however, I am focusing on children’s stories instead of novels.
I am learning more about photoshop, embroidery, Netflix.
One thing I know for sure: Change is constant.
And damn, I love that about this world.
Photoshopped for my children’s book, What Happened to Ten, a work in progress.
Change is constant. The only that is constant. Wouldn’t it be so boring if nothing ever changed? If the world never changed, our bodies never changed?
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Yes! I totally agree. Imagine a world with only winter and no flowers.