Hello Dear One, It’s February 2021. Something about this date seems odd to me. Futuristic. Or perhaps I have too much time to think. It’s gotten to the stage in the UK lockdown where I’m dealing with the every-day-is-the-same syndrome, the feeling that I might burst out of my skin if nothing new comes along. And then, there’s the knowledge that nothing is going to happen unless I make it (hello online courses). As the writer
Write to Calm Your Soul
Write to Calm Your Soul
Write to Calm Your Soul
Hello Dear One, It’s February 2021. Something about this date seems odd to me. Futuristic. Or perhaps I have too much time to think. It’s gotten to the stage in the UK lockdown where I’m dealing with the every-day-is-the-same syndrome, the feeling that I might burst out of my skin if nothing new comes along. And then, there’s the knowledge that nothing is going to happen unless I make it (hello online courses). As the writer