Little Mistakes, Heavy Hearts
Some days, everything feels wrong.
Even the smallest mistakes seem to weigh heavily on my mind.
Things I could’ve done differently. … More Little Mistakes, Heavy Hearts
Some days, everything feels wrong.
Even the smallest mistakes seem to weigh heavily on my mind.
Things I could’ve done differently. … More Little Mistakes, Heavy Hearts
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