Last spring
I heard the birds
Sing
Their happy tunes
For all
I hoped
It would
never
end
But beasts of prey
Cried angry
Lies from
Their lofty perch
And chased
The birds
Away
They abandoned nests
In this chilly
Land
Their joyful chorus
Gone
A single feather now remains
Beckoning me
“hold on”
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I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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