Monday came and went, and I made no effort to stop it.
I was feeling like a heel. I was going to meet one of my good blogging friends for coffee, a meet-and-finally-greet kind of thing as she and her hubby were travelling to and from Wisconsin to visit family. I wound up canceling our meeting because I’m over my head in Angel Tears, and feel like I’m going to sparkle my way out of existence.
Do we often bite off more than we can chew?
We can’t spit it out, we can’t immediately swallow our choices, so we often sit with an overly full mouth of food like a hungry squirrel.
I want to be busy, yet when I’m busy I want to do nothing.
I want to feel special, yet when I start…
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