Focus is coming hard, lately.
When I'm too stressed, I golf. When I am despairing, I swim.
Right now, I wish I was out, in the middle of nowhere, with a nice composite and a quiver full of arrows, just lining up and taking shots all day in cold sunshine and fresh air. But those are eight hours I don't think I have.
She is the arrow, I am the target . . . Life is the ( Read more... )
Right now, I wish I was out, in the middle of nowhere, with a nice composite and a quiver full of arrows, just lining up and taking shots all day in cold sunshine and fresh air. But those are eight hours I don't think I have.
She is the arrow, I am the target . . . Life is the ( Read more... )
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