The Ink-Pot and the Palette

Somehow this comment got buried in my inbox. So sorry!

Personally, I'm so bad at phone that basically nobody calls me anymore. Well, between my unwillingness to make and take phone calls and the absolutely abysmal sound quality of cellular service, I should say, talking on the phone has practically gone extinct in my life. As to voicemail...pffft! I can see that you called, and it would be quicker if you'd leave me a text.

I'm pretty bad that way. My poor mother has had to adapt at a very late time of life.

I don't think there's any there there, frankly, when it comes to self-care and self-help. Sometimes I'm fully alive to the joys of the journey, and when I'm not--when I fall into dejection over how far I think I should have gotten by now, or over those last few backward steps--I have a hell of time reminding myself to "be here now" and just live in the moment.

I hope the Christmas season is treating you kindly.