Yesterday was one of those non-stoppers. You know, the kind where you eat a car lunch because there’sjustnotime. {It was a sprinkled donut, by the by.} Between a tiring but adorable Purim carnival shoot and tiring back-to-back-to-back meetings, I decided to do something I rarely do these days. I stopped…
The constant need to be busy. Being on the go is a bit like a drug to feed the anxiety beast. If I’m working several jobs, if I’m focused on my new ballet classes OrangeTheory classes or 6th grade math homework 7th grade math homework or taking multiple photography classes or making lists…
“You never finish anything you start!” “What about the PTA?” “You quit!” “Well, that was just because it conflicted with Save the Whales.” “Uh huh. Then what happened?” “Well, I, uh, thought Hands Across America was more important.” “Well I rest my case!” I’m really awesome at the whole starting part. Because,…
