I've had the great privilege of sculpting my life into a shape of my choosing. It's comfortable here. All the curves and angles fit together really well. One reason it's such a good fit is that the vast majority of my responsibilities are to myself alone. While I honor the trust my clients put in... Continue Reading →
week twenty-three: kicking myself out of the house
I'm the first one to admit that I've lost perspective. The parameters of "normal" adult human behavior are kind of fuzzy. And while I usually feel somewhat adult-like or adultish, it's often in the sense that there's no one to stop me from doing stupid (and sometimes wonderful) things like eat cereal for breakfast, lunch... Continue Reading →
Tracy Burkholder 