“It occurs to me that being in the fog does not have to mean being altogether lost.” ― Joan Anderson

I wake today, feed the dog, make my morning latte and walk into my life. I am not sad, nor depressed, just a little bit foggy. I think of ways to clear the fog, asking myself what it is I truly want, or maybe need. Is it wrong to not have a clear answer? Is is possible to allow the fog to just lift on it’s own?

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