Writing makes me happy.
The good angel on my shoulder has been telling me to write for at least a year now but my mind has stopped me.
I am in two minds, to just write words and thoughts continuously and,
to think about my fluidity, my language, my grammer, my topic…
At the moment, I am laying on my back thinking what to tell you while trying to continue to write freely.
I have been recovering from two back injuries and have been working on strengthening my body.
I have been juggling various roles at numerous positions while sometimes working three jobs at the same time.
Additionally, I have been working on myself, my inner-growth, my happiness, my true Jape/Julie-Ann.
As I keep writing, I am thinking of more and more things to tell you.
I am happy and I am going to continue doing all of the other things in my life while writing as much as humanly possible.
