I think I’m having a temper tantrum. The calendar suggests that it is time to write to you. Everything else in my being is screaming, “No, don’t want to!”. I’d rather listen to the birds, feel this cool, fresh morning air, follow my breath. And I am aware that there is no one who can make me write to you (or do anything for that matter).
But, there is a voice, or many of them, inside my head. Which of these can you identify for yourself? Continue reading “I Don’t Want To!”