Getting a Handle On My Shortened Fuse
A quest to create or find more chill, balance, and centering. Lately, I go from calm to irked like a high-performance car goes from zero to sixty. I recognize that there’s something in the collective consciousness eating away at my calm, my balance, my okay. Without a doubt, this is tied to the horribly unkind, uncompassionate, hateful, spiteful “people” in positions of power. When did it become okay to be outright rude, nasty, and disrespectful? The not-funny thing about this