Halves.
That word has been swimming around in my life lately.
Missing my other half.
Half and half.
Two halves of a good whole.
The lower half of my body being so sore from swimming with the Lander Boy’s swim team.
This half of my life and that half.
Right brain and left brain.
It’s interesting to see how many “halves” come up in life.
Do they need to be juggled? Or could it just be that they are cut from the same whole and that is just fantastic?
xo.
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