June

Two rules. Set a timer and write something somewhere. That’s for each time I get on the internet. Otherwise my good intentions pile up and eventually get lost…waiting for a better moment…when I feel more together, less likely to wrote the “wrong” thing. I cannot be this careful and expect my friendships to grow. I am not made of glass, though I’d like to believe this sometimes rather than make the effort. With this permission to communicate, or rather expectation, I am free.