The fact that it is already April feels like a joke in itself. Where is the time going? Why is it moving so fast. I remember my mother telling me that this would happen. I laughed at what seemed like sheer ridiculousness at the time… I’m not laughing any more. The days just zoom on by.

My only consolation is this: that every day has been well lived since I resolved to live mindfully, make art, and write every single day because I have stuck to my commitment. That means I have something to show for my time.. at least I have that. 🙄

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