I've been living each day with the intensity of an Olympic swimmer
In her final lap
And I wonder why I can't relax
I've been reminded that I'm most at peace when I'm floating in a lazy river
I want to live like that
About the Creator
Amy Carlsen
Seattle-based writer born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Left the field of engineering sales to pursue vocation in full-time ministry. Married to her college sweetheart, Tory, and loves being a mom to her Kindergartener, Cole.
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