Yesterday I played hooky. I slept in till late, went to lunch with my husband, and shopped for new clothes. Normally, on my husband’s day off, I’d get up at 6 to write, then resent him for getting up and interrupting my groove. The break felt good. When I finally wrote at 5 (in the car while my youngest was having soccer practice), I was in a good place.
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Good for you, Jewel. It’s important to know when to give yourself a break. I’ve had to learn that the hard way. Good luck with your progress!
Thanks Karen. You, too!!