My phone lit up. I saw the name and felt uneasy. I hadn’t been for a PT session in weeks.
Hey TK, when do you want to lock in your next session?
“Ergh. I don’t,” – my immediate thoughts. So I went in search of why.
Dead cane toad under the clothes line. Moving truck cancelled. An oven I’m convinced was designed by artificial intelligence.
Not exactly a recipe for peace and sanity. Yet strangely, it was.
What if pressing upload, send or submit was the new “good enough”.
If getting runs on the board was my new benchmark of “success”.
If being a work in progress was embraced by my inner perfectionist.
If today, I will share my gift.
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