Hands over keyboard. My heart skips a beat every time a finger touches a key. After 3 and a half row I have to pause and breathe. My soul is flooded with the mighty feeling you get when you're in the heart of doing what you're meant to be doing, when you have finally reached that moment; taken a leap of faith and approached what used to scare you, used to limit you. In this instance, I shed a tear and continue to write.
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