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I’m sitting here in my hotel room looking out the window. High above the sky, beneath the clouds and in-between my dreams, I take moment.
Music is breathing though my laptop like an echo of inspiration: a melody pushing through the words. I am beside myself.
How did I get here?
Where is the girl, grasping at strings from unfettered strands of longing to blend in?
She’s here – hidden behind the strong one. The one who purchased a plane ticket clear across the country with no finished piece of work to pitch.
She’s here – dreaming of the girl she always knew she was. Strong. Passionate. Willing to tread darkness for a moment of light.
The conference starts tomorrow and ready or not – here I come.
Christine Macdonald 
Enjoy!
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have a gr8 time 🙂
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Fantastic Christine! So proud of – and inspired by – you.theexlawyer.blogspot.com
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the years have gone by, not your beauty
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If it were a quotation is very beautiful. … a confession .. is very sincere. … a waiting .. will not have to wait long. A word of advice .. that window .. not always observe toward the sky.
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I'm living vicariously through you. You're so awesome. 🙂
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The woman you always knew you were! Amazing and brilliant. You might need to get bigger shoes because your ruby reds are getting too small for the woman still to come.
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