Stitching Lesson

Armed and Dangerous, Semi-Selfie

Sometimes we’re the eye of our own storm. So quietly, yet blindingly, convinced that we’ve clocked all our rights and any wrongs. Although, our sixth sense can get knocked out of shape faster than we can submit a blink in any direction. Bravado has overtaken to land me in a tragic dance with fate. From relationship wrangling to bodily self-care, I’ve avoided guarding my being with critical instinctual preservation. Much like sunshine shakes it’s fire-engine…