I like to feel I make some sense at least to me... In recent days, I cannot find too much evidence of that sense... But I'll keep searching...I'm struggling to make any sense of myself. I'm still running remote learning. Constant screen connection + zillions of emails=not a life. I don't know or like this me. I refuse though to sink to depression. Having a bad moment now - should be doing lessons - temporary escape.— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Friday, 12 June 2020
struggling...
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