As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with 7 wives. Each wife had 7 sacks, each sack had 7 cats, each cat had 7 kits. Kits, cats, sacks wives. How many were going to St. Ives?
I've always loved this riddle for so many reasons. It makes one thinks, even though the answers is right there. But I think my favorite part is kits, cats, sacks, wives. It reminds me of the messy journey we call life.
I decided to start a blog to write about my life events, but forgot that I created this one many years ago. I thought about starting fresh, but I like this blog, especially since it has old race reports (I somehow got away from writing those). I've been through a lot of losses over the years, having recently lost one of my cats to intestinal lymphoma, and the grief has been consuming me. I've tried paper and pencil journalling, but it just hasn't worked. I can't seem to motivate myself, and I have terrible penmanship to boot, so typing seems to be the way to go. I hope to find healing in this process, and find my way back to myself.
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