Being I will be a shaking, sweaty mess when I get home, I wanted to write this before I got distracted by a marshmallow of a bed calling to me.
Things happen in life for a reason. Sometimes we don't know why, until we view them from afar.
A few things have happened to me in the last couple of days; things clicking into place like they were designed to fit there.
In time, I will be able to step back and take a look at the whole picture and make sense of it.
For now, I need to trust the artist to know what is best for me.
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