Halfway through last Monday, I realized I’d missed the self-imposed deadline for my weekly reflection, with no time during the week to pour my thoughts on even that in the mold I’ve created for them.
It’s not easy for me to not stick to the promises I make, especially those I pledge to myself.
These little musings of carefully counted words have kept me grounded so far this year, and while they simultaneously and absolutely are a testament to my rigid need for structure (or, as some would argue, control), they connect me to my own humanity.
Flaws and all.
