I lack a boomerang.
My mind will toss out an idea --a wild, far-fetching notion—and will
follow it wherever it leads. Into the weeds, down the rabbit hole, off a cliff,
diving headfirst into quicksand, wherever the fuzzy-edged thought bounces.
No boomerang. No return trip. Collapsing wherever the chase ends.
Yesterday was lost to just such a wandering thought.
Today must be better.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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