Book Description
This year has been a trying year for many people. It is a year of self-reflection, to see what is missing in our lives. As we progress toward technologies, some of us lost the essence of family, and we also have lost the simple things. We take for granted our freedom to embrace and love freely. This year is a reminder of how we all share a common ground. The ability to live, breathe, and touch can be curtailed. It forces us to be conservatives and to appreciate our relationship with each other as many of us found ourselves sick and alone. Our survival depends on the connection we make as well as following protocols set for us, such as handwashing and wearing a mask. I found myself even after receiving immunity and being told I'm healthy. I still feel the need to continue to wear a mask and walk with a sanitizer, because I was in the mouth of the dragon and was given a second chance. I share that I lost and found myself in 2020 and hope you find yourself too. It is with great joy that I was able to find myself. I am lucky enough to able to use those moments of uncertainty to share work with you. In March, as the pandemic became more important than the president, that is when fear and anxiety took a hold of me. As I sit in front of my tablet near my window, the sound of an ambulance became habitual. The Shakespearean quote to whom the bell tolls sinks into my consciousness and isolation was the norm. I knew that I would continue my relationship with God. If I pulled through, I would never doubt God's existence in my life. I would live my life to the fullest and do what I was born to do. So I'm bringing you Lost and I Found Me in 2020. Facebook: @Colored.Flames.Anthology Twitter: @MillsFlomills78 Instagram: @Flomills78 Email Contact: [email protected]
