Here’s today’s accountability: I took this draft that you’re not allowed to see yet from 403 to 1,149, so I’m still chugging on the 500 Words a Day Project.
I wrote at least 3,000 words today, but you won’t see that writing yet. You will see them tomorrow in my weekly food-related post, and . . .
What better way to love myself than putting at least 500 words on a page every day?
How the suicidal thoughts of PMDD, not having any money, and my friends helped me deal with ADHD and accountability
Spoons are an essential part of your Monday morning. Sadly, I don’t have any.
Grieving the end of my business
I’ve effectively, accidentally, and temporarily (I think) locked myself out of both Instagram accounts. This is a relief. I’m grateful…
I guess that’s the hallmark of a midlife crisis. Everything upheaves. Where it lands, nobody knows.
I’ve learned very quickly that I think by typing, which is a strange I think very Gen X thing to do.