Am I Making Excuses?
That is the question I’ve been asking myself over and over.
For the past few weeks, maybe even months, I’ve been living on excuses.
That’s how I feel. … More Am I Making Excuses?
That is the question I’ve been asking myself over and over.
For the past few weeks, maybe even months, I’ve been living on excuses.
That’s how I feel. … More Am I Making Excuses?
Around 4pm on Monday, I realized that I haven’t written the Fiction Monday response for last week. Nor was I ready with this week’s prompt post to publish. Usually I would’ve already written, or even published, the response post by Monday morning and start working on the prompt post by afternoon. … More Being Gentler With Myself
Some days are like today. I feel empty—
like there is nothing I can do,
like there is nothing I can excel at.
Emptiness, a rapidly attacking virus, chews me up from the inside, and I’m disappearing. Slowly. Steadily.
… More On Days Like Today