Life (and subsequently my writing) has been something of a rollercoaster of late. There are good days and bad days. There are blah days and fun days. There’s laughter and a few tears. There’s birth and death, sickness and health, comings, goings, and just putting one foot in front of the other. While this sums up my life at the moment, it also describes my writing attempts. And then the Universe hit me with this…

What if funky, confusing, gray, lonely days were just part of a “system” that, in turn, created bright, rich, happy, friendly days?

What if they were just meant to give deeper elements of your creativity a rest?

What if they were deliberately crafted holidays, of a sort, devised by your inner psyche to relieve you from the pressure of artificial expectations?

Would you still bemoan them, wonder what’s wrong with you, or fear that they’ll never end? Or, Silver, would they kind of tickle you pink?

You party animal, you –
The Universe
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I knew “tickle” would get your attention, Silver.

I’m not a pink person and I once had a boyfriend who tickled me until I cried. I was never ticklish after that–a mixed blessing. But, Universe? I got the message. I’m paying attention and we’ll see what happens. Maybe things will tickle my fancy instead. I think I’ll have another cup of coffee and think about it. 😉