I'm Thinking

I've been quiet, of late, with the updates. Part of it is because I'm thinking. A mile a minute, as you can imagine, but aware, too, that I need to be quiet. That something is happening. I just don't know what.

A long time ago, a woman named Anna who was one of Sophie's occupational therapists said, "Watch out for too many hands."

When you're open to trying new things, when you take advantage of all that is said and thrown in your path, when you're struggling to differentiate between instinct and panic, the impulse is just that. Impulse. And it's wild and erratic and unsettling.

Too many hands.

So that's why I'm just thinking.