It’s Monday morning, and I’m navigating my regular routine despite last week’s heartbreak. Putting one foot in front of the other. Breathing. Forcing a smile when the barista wishes me a nice day. Aside from the post I wrote about …
Twelve Posts on Writing, Day Seven: Ugly first, then beautiful
I wanted to write this post close on the heels of the last, as they’re somewhat related. The other night I was working with PMC clay, making silver pendants to give as gifts. My ideas for the designs felt stilted. …