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The Apology



Sincere apologies for taking so long to update, it definitely wasn't intentional, but life kept throwing me curve balls, and then there's been this other thing...fear!

I am an amateur in this thing right? and i really really wanted to do it well and ...you know almost like a pro. So i started to knock doors asking for help for this or that, don't judge me, i'm nervous plus i am putting myself out here and the interwebs can be intimidating, not that i need much to feel intimidated!
My quest for perfection or near perfection , plus work and other things have resulted in delays upon delays which then turned into self doubt etc. I realise again, that people have a lot going on, they may want to help but you know...so i didn't get most of what i wanted but i guess you will not judge me too harshly for poor presentation will you? it is the content/ thought that matters, yes? no?

I have decided to just dive in, because the perfect time, the perfect words, pictures, presentation etc are elusive and i owe you one.

So first and foremost, i am sorry and Thank you, thanks for walking alongside me in this journey !

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