So, I finally got new glasses. Because I thought, you know…“How deep do these forehead creases need to get?” What I did NOT realize is that the new glasses came with a free trial of emotional devastation. The moment I put them on, I looked in the mirror and whispered, “Oh… so we’re just doing …
Last week I wrote a post, and I said: Courage now doesn’t look like jumping without a net. It looks like me and my trusty notebooks, my investment spreadsheet open, deep breaths taken and still saying to myself, “I believe in myself enough to try.” I promised myself that before my birthday, I would take …
This is kind of a follow-up to my post about shedding… and the one about writing (or rewriting) your third act. So, here’s what’s happening. In just a few days, I’ll find out if I’m receiving a writing fellowship… aka a grant… aka someone possibly giving me money to do one of the things I …