Summertime Shoulding
I’m not entirely free–not these days. I struggle with the restratints of perfectionism–at a clinical level (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).
Read More Summertime ShouldingStalking words for God, meaning and the adventure.
I’m not entirely free–not these days. I struggle with the restratints of perfectionism–at a clinical level (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).
Read More Summertime ShouldingI feel like a tired helium balloon. I’m just drifting aimlessly, hovering a foot above some dirty sidewalk, being pushed along by the counterfeit breeze of cars whizzing by.
Read More I feel like a tired helium balloon…Isn’t it pompous to assume people would sacrifice their time to get in *my* head?
Also–some encouraging words to the contrary for us creators.
It turns out that offering hard-earned thoughts to the world requires more than simply time and skill…
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