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I never thought I would be here, really living the dream. Released from Corporate America’s draining demands, I no longer wake before the crack of a sparrow’s fart, to fight rush hour traffic, to log long stressful hours.
My day begins with a gentle stretch, a hot cup of coffee, and a healthy dose of gratitude. Characters whisper in my ear, my desk beckons, and my muse smiles as I set to work. Ephemeral emotions coalesce, transformed into epic tales. My desire to create links me to the past and ties me to the future, as I write about today.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 
“the crack of a sparrow’s fart” Love that! I’ve never heard that before now.
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Courtesy of my friend in New Mexico. I am glad you liked it, Susan. 🐤💨
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This is a real show of gratitude. No crabbing about self isolation or lack of human contact. Love this post.
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Thanks, Sadje. I don’t see any point in complaining about things we can’t change 🙂
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That’s the best attitude to have.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing this, Charles. ✨🙏✨
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