Posts tagged writing is hard

the last day of november

Today I messed around with my social media accounts so everything matches with the same profile picture and name – except for this domain, of course, but how could I not and wouldn’t you?

I’m forty-three fucking years old.

I go to therapy every week in part to hear my therapist tell me over and over again:

The only thing you can control is how you react to things.

I can’t control how other people react to things, I can’t control what they think about me, I can only control how I react or respond to things that happen to … Read the rest