One day I woke up and realized that one more thing and I would crack:
Fifty years of climbing proverbial mountains and I was too tired to make any sense. No matter how I turned things over in my head, the future seemed bleak. I wondered if I would ever feel whole again. To the outside world, I was doing okay. I’m always in forward movement mode. But my inner landscape screamed for the storm to end.
(not sure where it came from)
First sentence, I was too tied to ….tied or tired? Typo or not?
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Thanks for bringing it to my attention I didn’t notice it I’ll look
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