I was flipping through last month’s morning pages the other day, looking for mentions of dreams to add to my February Currently workbook spread. Certain lines jumped out at me, but they weren’t about dreams. “I feel terrible,” I wrote more than once. “The house is a disaster.” And, “I can’t get my life together.”
Junk food for the soul
Junk food for the soul
Junk food for the soul
I was flipping through last month’s morning pages the other day, looking for mentions of dreams to add to my February Currently workbook spread. Certain lines jumped out at me, but they weren’t about dreams. “I feel terrible,” I wrote more than once. “The house is a disaster.” And, “I can’t get my life together.”