Let’s talk about our perfectly dysfunctional lives!
Weekends used to be for sleeping in. That’s how it’s always been. Now, weekends and weekdays are greeted in the same way, I get to wake up early every day. Before the sun shines bright, I get to wake up early and write. I get to move my body and exercise. I get to organize … Continue reading I’m no poet, but i get to…
We only have now, and the real tragedy is wasting it by trying to rewrite the past.
Think back to your last conversation. How did it end? Most chats these days end with someone saying, ‘stay safe’, which always takes me by surprise. I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s stating the obvious. Like, obviously I am going to TRY to stay safe, I’m not reckless! It’s the new farewell. I was … Continue reading Stay Safe
Perfect Dysfunction 