Why did/have I stop writing/photography/things that are fun?
I don’t have a logical answer for that, and I’ll confess a secret – I’m not sure I want to know the answer. Or that can be a lie I’ve accepted at face value for now.
That’s why I’m thankful and blessed to have great friends who pull me from the ledge of illogical choices and/or offer a “Gibbs’ slap.” So, perhaps it’s time to plan an adventure, or put the pen to paper proper.
What has Fear put a stop on for you?