Sometimes I get stuck—caught in a cycle of overanalysis. There are infinite facets to every choice, every relationship, and every moment. These thoughts, like thorns on a wild rose, tug at my sleeves. But I've been learning to let go; to avoid getting entangled in the unruly weeds that creep into my mind. Any forest can be tamed. I take big steps to avoid the thickets I know will scratch and focus my attention on the budding flowers. Once in a while, I'll stumble into a clearing and be overcome by simple, childlike glee.

Writing, usually in the form of late night scribbles into leather-bound pages, has been my outlet to reflect on my day-to-day happenings and the swirling thoughts that accompany them. Over the last year, I have gone through almost six journals. I rarely share what I write, but I decided to give self-publishing a try. Each story is related to the notion of getting beyond the brambles.

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What have I learned so far?

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Well, life can be wild walk in the woods. But if you move the thorns out of the way, you'll find that the flowers are beautiful.
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