I did not realize how many of us were also trying to find ourselves in the quiet hours.

Before the house wakes. Before the questions begin. Before breakfast, laundry, work, school, babies, everyone.

There is a version of us that still speaks when the world is quiet enough to hear us.

I think that is why we write.

Not to escape our lives.

But to remember we are still inside them.

I am so grateful I found my way here to Substack and to this beautiful community of writers.

For the first time in a long time, I am starting to feel at home.

Thank you for being here and sharing this space with me.

RA

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