In the eye of the storm
On the eve of the publication of my first book...
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For the last few weeks I have been in the grip of a storm, one of my own making for sure, but a storm nonetheless. Whipped and whirled in ways not entirely in my control, swirling, rising, falling. Scared, vulnerable, exhilarated, excited. Chasing after the wind and then wanting to run and hide when it blows my way. Wondering if the storm has an eye, an…