New way

My writing got out of the way. Yet picking up the fallen flowers, I resume my writing. The past few months have been crazy. I got to see and experience different shades of white. I might have lost the oysters, but I gained pearls. A new set of options to make choices from. Sometimes shifting on and off the volume bar. Becoming indifferent to situations, which would normally have cost me a lot of buckets.More contemplated decisions. More time to focus on the better half of the present. More self-time. More time with my past self has ephemerally bought me so much delight. I guess wherever one thing is slipping, another thing is always there to cheer you up. Yet, if I could undo, I would.