It's Friday. I have an hour before my next client. I could review a will, but I don't really want to. My clavicle area is sore from Iyengar yoga this week, and I've had a coke. I'm futsy. Writing feels better than working.
I feel tremendously guilty for starting a blog. I've committed to so many writing projects over the years that I don't follow through with, I give myself internal emotional hives making yet another committment.
Writing committments are like new boyfriends. Hopeful, but with a bit too many memories of how things fail.
Let's see how this new forum goes. Baby steps.