I need to be extra-gentle with myself, bring the stress level down a few notches. I’ve been worried about too many things lately–most of which, to paraphrase Mark Twain, will never happen. And, of course, compared to the problems people in other parts of the country and the world are facing, mine are mere inconveniences. Still, I’m feeling a bit delicate.
Does that mean I won’t write? No. Writing is my favorite thing to do, my refuge and my sanctuary.
I admit I played hooky yesterday–just felt overwhelmed. So I went to Hobby Lobby, Barnes and Noble, and Winger’s,… Read More »