When you’ve got a few minutes unaccounted for: when you’re walking to the bathroom, when you’re waiting for something or someone, when you’re heating up your lunch, what do you do?
Maybe it does get easier for some people to put on the shoes, pick up the paintbrush, start typing, start drawing, start crafting, start composing … but listening to the professionals, there’s every chance that it won’t.
I think we’ve all got a word. An identity we strive towards that we don’t think we deserve to claim.
You are not alone.
How do we qualify the depth of laughter, the full weight of a “thank you”, the catching of our breath in our throat?
A few weeks ago, I had to end a relationship.
Passing the 30-day mark on my blog - why is that even a milestone?