Daily demands never lessen, and when I need to do something for myself, I often shoehorn it into my schedule. I have been wanting to take a specific online class. But in the past, I didn’t register because I used faulty logic to rationalize my busy life as a valid reason to pass on the opportunity. This time they offered a significant incentive, so I paid the fee and decided I would have to make it work. Learning new skills always comes with a price, and I am paying with sleepless nights and hand cramps.
Unfortunately, some writing is better suited to pen and paper than our high-tech keyboards. This course lends itself to old-school handwritten brain dumps. So far, I have accumulated ten pages of vital information, along with some Word. Docs I haven’t yet completed. I committed to late nights, early mornings, and letting a few tasks slide…
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The Reluctant Poet 
Thank you for sharing. 🍀☘🍀
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