Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them.
Food eaten under the moon.
Food shared with the moon.
How does one learn waiting when one has always lived from distraction to distraction? What are goals but distractions from a life that is endless waiting while drifting?
How I became a content person – it’s more than writing. It’s more than reading.
A friend shared a pic of a poached egg and it began a conversation about food I never thought I’d be in. I am learning that food is so much more than fuel.
I was a high functioning workaholic. A frenzied mind does not have room for joy. It’s hard to answer Are you happy?
I’m still untangling my thoughts on this because I’m realising Ross represents male vulnerability on F.R.I.E.N.D.S.