This is the post that has an “Aughhh!” and an “Ack!!!” and ends with “Just relax and stay with it. I am okay.”
Is courage more like body weight, or exercise?
I finally realize why I’m always harping on my comfortable life and my privilege: I’ve been afraid of being seen as not authentic enough.
Saturday was our third IWL (Interdisciplinary Writers Lab) meeting, and it was INTENSE. Here’s what I took away from it.