Someone in our house recently had a colonoscopy and that has got me thinking about my own chronic mental constipation. There is so much I want to be doing, but NEVER get to...and it's not like I don't have the time. If anything I probably have more free time, in small bits at least, now that the kinder is getting older. So, as I used to say to the eating disordered patients I worked with, "It really doesn't matter why, we may never know why, so let's focus our energies on moving ahead- toward what it is we want".
So, substituting sienna for Senna, I am going to paint, write, or work on a print daily.
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