In Praise of Doing Nothing.
Often, when I look to put pen to paper and write, it’s hard to know what to say.
I feel compelled to reel off truisms.
To share what many of us already know, but perhaps need reminding of.
To share what I need to hear myself. What I tell myself. How I comfort myself. How I have learned to love the skin I’m in. A beautiful, abundant, ‘imperfect’ work in progress…