I remember the first time I ever went to the polls. It was in Virginia and I probably wouldn’t have gone but for …
I wondered about the ways I wasn’t reliable to myself. One of the top ways I came up with was taking care of myself physically. Other ways include not finishing personal projects that I start, and / or not allocating enough time for projects that I deeply want to complete.
So one July evening, after evening fits at dinnertime and bedtime and practically every time in between, I was frantically writing in my journal when I stumbled upon the problem.
It was me.
Well, to be honest, it was me AND Casey. It was US.