I actually woke up too early a couple of times this morning, like it was Christmas. The first lesson about how excited and engaged we were as kids really got me. I smiled at myself in the mirror (before I was completely awake) and looked a little different to myself. I had previously set a really good schedule for myself and my attitude this morning took me into that very gracefully.
My BF and I have a couple of blogs and he encourages me to write, but this block I've been carrying has me muzzled. One of the things is the idea that some one might read me. I guess I'm a closet "storyteller" because everything I do is a story that I tell. But when I come into Tools and see (comment 1) by a post I go "eep!!"