Hello, Lovelies ... I'm sorry for the pause. Everything was spicy and I had randomly disappeared. Everything with Jack's going incredibly great right now, and I've got quite a few sharable tidbits. I promise I'll share soon with my Searchers. I've got a few thoughts to organize prior to actually doing it.
Currently, I'm working for a Camp, which explains the pause. Right now, I'm home for a break among other stuff which needs my focus before going back to the Camp. Ergo, I thought I'd scramble up a post to check in with everyone.
What to discuss ... What to discuss.? Alrighty, here's a quick thought.
Let's, for a moment, discuss those desperate women who'll believe in anything. Desperates, or hopefuls? I'm thinking about belief. Maybe, it's not advisable being an optimist past 30 years old. Maybe, pessimism is our new daily applicant similar to a moisturizer. Otherwise, how does a gal bounce back when reality batters her belief system to the core and love doesn't, as it promised, conquer all? Is 'Hope' the new designer drug a gal needs to get off, or could it be what's keeping her alive? Where's the harm in believing?
If 'Hope' is a drug, I'm abusing that shit and I'm hooked for life Searchers ... I've never felt so high and I'm in it until the end, whether I end up soaring above the clouds or drowning in all my battered beliefs.
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