Oh, Fall. I love you so hard.
The past winter was long and drawn out. It was colder than usual, for longer than usual.
Last year I began hearing some of my favourite authors and podcasters mention something called the Enneagram and how it had impacted their lives and the ways they understand themselves and others and how they find their
I need Quiet now.
I used to not require it: I was a perpetual extrovert who could hop from social event to social event with an unending supply of emotional energy to be present and upbeat and happy.
A morning at home: kids off to school and a somewhat open day presents itself. And all of a sudden I’m torn about how to spend it.
I need down time; I should just watch 100 shows on Netflix.