It’s simple, but it’s so complicated

   Dearest readers, To be is to be completely complicated. I think to be me it’s just simply crazy complicated. I have worked so hard this year at keeping busy. But I think the next 2 months shall state a lot about me.
As a writer. Yah, the very woman that spends all her time locked in.On a good day I get to look at the trees. And then I run  back into the glass house. I think personally I have become the gate keeper of my life. I cannot express the love of solidarity.

Hence I have taken up golf. It allows me to think Et judge people wisely. As they play. From the great distances. I am sure they are thinking,What the heck, does she even know the game?non I don’t, but  most importanty
players my atttire is life.
😂I was a great equestrian  until I felloff a saddle, Et I sort of took a break. I think if I fall off Et broke my limbs,  it ain’t gonna be nice

So hence I stay safe. It’s a bit safe. Too safe. When you live one way, you write another non?
I am also getting aware of the great amounts of people that read my pages daily.  I suppose that’s why my writing today is so terribly blah.

 To my dear readers, thank you for reading me. And my dearest work I hope to get it to you, sometime next year. I think I am like their mother Et I must protect them till I know they are ready to be utterly criticized by the world. There you go, the answer.I couldn’t care less if no one thought me a talent. All I know is that it’s fou difficile to be me. And for sure, it’s gonna take time to accept that my golden pen hath make other things around me unhappily unstable.Good talk, I am drinking chaud cows milk, from a real cow with honey, from a real bee, and eating chocolates, from a real …. I don’t know y’all!Yours ever so,RS               A moo story