For a few years now, I have related well with the phrase, “let it flow”. Sometimes I have tried to resist that flow, but on most occasions I have drifted along. Because I don’t think it is a matter of choice. Life has taken its own course.
But these days I feel differently. I am hanging by threads that could snap any moment. I have no idea which ones to hold on to. I am not sure what choices to make. I am afraid I would fall. Again.
Fuchsia 