I had anxiety dreams the night after my birthday. A notebook containing my goals, creativity, projects I’d created was at the bottom of a pool. I stripped my clothes off and tied up my hair to prepare to dive in and retrieve it. As I stepped closer to the pool, the ground underneath me crunched, it was covered with snap peas. And people began to come ou…
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