The following is a minimally unedited post that I wrote in a moment of pure desperation – the need to write. I had the choice
It’s Saturday, slow-paced, glazed with clouds and cool temperatures. I’m on my back porch, refusing to make lunch. We woke late, meaning we should eat
Are you tired? I’m tired. Girl, I am so tired. I quit my job. I’m in transition. Yes, it’s scary. I wake up not knowing
I love Rock Climbing. I love what’s required in the process: strategy, patience, and stamina. An extra inch upwards is a victory. The thrill of
Let’s take something else and make it less stressful, shall we? Your Word for the year. I’d first heard of this practice back in 2009.