The Daily Post one word prompt for today.
Clumsy, I think of my love life, my relationships with others, my social life.
I have few healthy relationships that are as I said, healthy.
I feel like we stumble through life clumsily just trying to find our purpose, our meaning, our y.
I don’t know the point. You can drive yourself insane asking y
Everything happens for a reason, ok
It’s all about the paths we take, the choices we make. Ok
I don’t really know who I am.
I want something to believe in. But, how?
Tracey in Maine 