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Gabby Douglas & Simone Biles: Hop off their edges

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Louder & Clearer

My life is speaking to me through that bullhorn again. A message came that I understood but apparently haven’t moved fast enough on. I didn’t realize I was in a holding pattern until sledgehammers started swinging down. That’s when I noticed the cement boots I was wearing.

So now what? I’m committed, and not even mildly, to finish what I’ve started, but what I’ve started is standing in the way of truly tapping into what I came here to do. I made the excuse that it’s just a different side of the same coin and in a recession you don’t gamble.

Now, I’m home. Sign number three thousand and eighty keeps directing me here, or more away from there. This time a bump on the head, a bad one, and a personal escort out of the building. Assuming there’s no concussion at the end of this reminder, I shouldn’t waste the “free” time given to me and start mapping out what comes next. Good thing I focused so heavily on geography and mapping last year so I know what to do.

I wouldn’t call it charmed, but I definitely walk with the helpful hands of those seen and unseen who are rooting for me. It’s great to have my own cheerleaders.

Watch me move.

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