{"id":2189,"date":"2014-07-30T00:36:00","date_gmt":"2014-07-30T00:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2014\/07\/30\/crossroads"},"modified":"2021-09-10T05:07:01","modified_gmt":"2021-09-10T12:07:01","slug":"crossroads","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=2189","title":{"rendered":"Crossroads"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I’m missing out on life, at least the lives of those around me. My desire to explore and see this world has left a gap of disconnectedness with the ones I love.<\/p>\n\n

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I don’t recognize anyone anymore. Kids growing and changing, pets getting older…dying.<\/p>\n

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It’s all slipping away as I walk on new ground in this precious earth. I’m unbalanced, and unsure about how to right the ship.<\/p>\n

or even if I want to. Perhaps I’ll just go beyond the fulcrum and tip one way, or another.<\/p>\n

For now, I’ll capture the moments I have with them as I do the world when I travel. At least I’ll have it here for me to come back to, reminisce, remember…..<\/p>\n

Homemade rocket launchers and young air guitar.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

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