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Hello again!

Hey folks, 
I haven't written in a while which seems to be a recurring theme around here, but this time I do have a good excuse. I got married! It's been a whirlwind or flowers and photos and flights and moving boxes and thank you cards and what have you. But here's a little something that I wrote this morning. It's a song or a poem or a mission statement, of sorts.
I have a life that has changed in a lot of ways lately and has stayed the same in some. And with both sides of that coin, what I wrote applies. It's a little abstract, but it's also pretty specific. It's a rough draft, but take it as you will, and I hope you enjoy. 


Lately I've been thinking
As I look around
That the only thing
Between New York City and me is space
But it feels like more than that

I say to myself that if I were there
I would be creating great things
The energy would keep me buzzing
With all that traffic on the streets
I'd be the girl who never sleeps

I don't really want to be famous
I just want to be great. 
Sure it'd be fun to have my ears burn
But I could just as well go for a good eulogy
And have my kids be proud of me

I don't have to build a rocket
I don't need to go to the moon
I just want to make the most of what I've been given in life with you

People are always talking about their biggest fear
Do you want to know mine?
Putting even a little of this life to waste
And not making the time
To show you that I love you or making a reality
The good things in my mind.

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