On the tips of silken whiskers
Upon the shadows of our hearts
Crawls a low and tender whisper
Hurling pain lest we depart
From the light that hangs so brightly… 63 more words
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Living my dream is bloody terrifying! It’s tough and it means pushing myself in ways I’ve never pushed before.
If I woke up and didn’t want to do something, I used to say to myself we’ll try again tomorrow/after work/when I felt more in the mood/after X, Y and Z on the to-do list, etc. 714 more words
It’s getting harder and harder to talk myself into leaving the house some days. I guess it’s a kind of agoraphobia. But like today, it feels like fall, everybody else in this household is out of town, and I’m trying to talk myself into driving down to the coast to go birdwatching. 64 more words
Last week I spent close to an hour trying to convince a 17 year old student not to throw away a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was one of the most intense and honest conversations I’ve had in 16 years of working in higher education. 1,492 more words