During my lunch hour, I take the time to write down a stream of consciousness about "Restart" as a theme and how tired I am this week.
It's no secret that I'm a worrier. If there are clouds in the sky and the meteorologist calls for no rain, I still carry around an umbrella. I insistently ask if a sick loved one is okay throughout the day until they are better. When I am asked about future decisions, I stutter my way… Continue reading Drifting