A Little Honesty and A Moment Of Vulnerability

Photo by Bianca Salgado from Pexels I currently have three documents open on my computer. Each one has a half-written post that I can’t finish. Every time I try to write, I get this sinking feeling in my stomach. It’s a tight, clenching panic that screams no, don’t do it! Do what exactly? Write, think, or ask another…

Yeah, I Don’t Know Either

Photo by Markus Spiske from Pexels This is your one and only warning! You can’t say it didn’t happen. It was literally the first sentence I typed.  Prepare yourself for copious amounts of mental vomit. An expulsion of— Well, I don’t know either, but I can tell you that I’m having a moment of petulance. I’m staring at…

And Pivot!

Photo by Utopia By Cho on Unsplash.com So, this is different. Mondays have a certain structure to them, and I’m acting like it’s any given Tuesday. What's wrong with me? Have I no sense of decorum? Do I have little regard for schedules? Am I oblivious to the comfort found in routine? I love a…