The Danger of “If” & How I Stop the Birds from Nesting in My Hair
I woke up in a bad way. Anxiety, sadness and—the worst—self-pity were flying all around me. The joy-snatching “If-Birds” wanted to nest.
I woke up in a bad way. Anxiety, sadness and—the worst—self-pity were flying all around me. The joy-snatching “If-Birds” wanted to nest.
I’m not content with my discontent. In fact, I’m downright discontent when my soul is not at rest. Which is, I think, as it ought to be. Easy To Please I’ve always been drawn to “low maintenance” types. The friends who take a 30 minutes to fix their hair and another 20 for makeup aren’t *naturally my…