I told my therapist that when I went to bed the other day I felt I’d wasted the whole day and like it was a total failure. I began to tell him that I’d done 4 loads of laundry, a load of dishes, took the trash out, cleaned the liter boxes and helped with a group I belong to here in the city. I did a lot that day but it still felt like a wasted day because I didn’t do one single thing I love to do. I did the daily grind but I didn’t feed my soul, so I went to bed unhappy.
Austin’s August









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