I write each week out of fear. This is the perfect day to read; it’s raining, I have hot tea and a stack of books

Balancing on Unstable Surfaces
Reflections on the challenges of balancing life in a constantly shifting world
I write each week out of fear. This is the perfect day to read; it’s raining, I have hot tea and a stack of books
Me: “Sorry, I cannot go, I have to write.” Them: “Why, it’s not like you’re getting paid?” It’s not an excuse to get out of