I refuse to water my weeds

Sometimes, my mind is my jailer. My thoughts imprison me. Sometimes I transfer my thoughts, which, these days, usually revolve around my ever-growing (too-much) to-do list, on paper and often end up feeling rather victimized. Oh, I know that is a rather strong word but it sounded very soothing. *wink*.  I also find myself organizing and re-organizing the to-do list; … Continue reading I refuse to water my weeds