Use it or lose it.
It seems that doesn't apply to everything. In what feels like a former life, I had skills. (Okay, not bow hunting, computer hacking, or nunchuck skills).
In the busy-ness of everyday life, I lost them somewhere. Week 2 of the quarter and the residual stress suddenly fell out of my body. Underneath it were buried skills. Mine are words and type.
And I am remembering deep loves for poetry and calligraphy.
Ah, my kingdom for a bit of parchment and a gold-tipped nib . . .
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