Today, I Love You. Tomorrow, Maybe Not

The mind of this writer is a fickle thing. I wrote a book. I published the book. I worry about the book. Or do I? Today, I don’t. Today I absolutely adore what I’ve written and I’m extraordinarily proud of it. Tomorrow, though, I may decide that I feel so insecure about what I’ve accomplished, thatContinue reading “Today, I Love You. Tomorrow, Maybe Not”