My sister decided to leave town for a few days.
She planned to rent a hotel room, soak in the sun by the pool and read a book. Or several books. Her workplace was closing for the July 4 holiday and there was nothing else pressing on her agenda, so why not?
I don’t remember where I picked up that phrase, nor who coined it. It’s probably the punchline to a tired old joke.
But I can tell you, it is one handy way to help you recognize your boundaries.
I remember a former co-worker of mine. I’ll call her Mary. She is a loving mother and grandmother. Her son is a pretty good guy, but he married
Last night before I went to bed, I finished Alyson Stanfield’s book, “I’d Rather Be in the Studio: The Artist’s No-excuse Guide to Self-promotion. It’s written for working artists who want to grow, and full disclosure, Alyson and I work together.
It must have lingered in my consciousness as I slept because this is what I wrote in my dream journal this morning: