Sometimes my arms aren't long enough...

I'm a thinker. I think about my family and friends regularly and often wish I could put protective wings around them. I'm hopeless at writing to people to say this (but I suppose here is a start), but I think about most of them regularly. I used to be a worrier - I still am a bit - but now I try to keep the worrying to within realistic/normal parameters, rather than trying to control the uncontrollable. I wish I could give hugs and reassuring words, but I'm miles away, even hundreds or thousands of miles away from some friends, yet I find that easier for others than to give to myself, when I need that reassurance and self-belief too. For all my wings, sometimes my arms don't seem long enough to give me that hug and those comforting words, but I'm working on that.

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