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Making Time

Prior to this past week, I have never felt starved for time to create. I have never had moments where my fingers actually itched to be creating, but my energy is so low that I cannot bring myself to do it. I remember a few weeks ago when I was working furiously every day...I was so upbeat and happy! Crafting really gives me life and light. This week has been very, very hard and last night I finally made a plumpy that I've been turning around and around in my imagination for a while. He is so lovely and will be listed on Monday. I'm hoping for some solid, peaceful sleep this weekend. I'm sending thoughts and prayers out into the universe in hope that everything works out and everyone in my life finds peace and joy.

*exhale*

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