So often guard your heart is translated as close it off. And that notion I wildly reject.
I think we’re worried if we give too much of ourselves away, there won’t be anything left (for me).
wading through the bullshit a hundred-ish words at a time
So often guard your heart is translated as close it off. And that notion I wildly reject.
I think we’re worried if we give too much of ourselves away, there won’t be anything left (for me).
I didn’t write all weekend, and I regret it. Because writing is growing. Because writing is the best teacher I’ve ever had.
The very first of Mary’s One Hundred.