My younger self, the one I hated then, yet would give up one year of hair dying and waxing or even wine to be that carefree again. The younger me that could never see beyond the moment. The 20 something that cried, partied and passed out all in the same evening. The 30 year old that cried...
“My clothing is my tent in life camp” We didn’t so much as roll into 2021 yet we RAN into this new year as if we were being chased by 2020. Which in hindsight, 2020 is still a dark shadow like a bad dream that still lingers. There seems to be...
Forget training for the couch to 5k goals, I have couch to 5z, five zooms that is..