I got bitch slapped by my higher self yesterday.

There, I was, walking the dogs & it hit me. I always used to say, “I just want to live in the woods and write.”

“I live in the woods. I write. So, why does it still feel incomplete?” I asked the unseen part of me.

Her answer stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Because you want other people to know why you live in the woods and to read what you write.”

Not sure what to do with that, but here we are.