It's not too late to start again, is it?

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For a long time, I've trapped myself in a cage with an open door. I thought that the cage felt comfortable so I decided not to get out from it. I told myself that it wasn't that bad. That changes today.

I'm writing again. 

It's not too late to start again, is it?



The author of this blog is plain and simple. She thinks mostly of the usual things - life, love, beauty. She enjoys the basic necessities like food, warmth, blankets, and music. She gets thrilled with the idea of an adventure but doesn't really like to go on one, unless her spontaneity kicks in. She's got a fire in her belly most days, but enjoys the leisure of being in bed at the same time. Odd. Weird. Plain. Simple. Mary Jedde. An old soul, a lifelong learner, and a flourishing human being.

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