writing

I had a day where I felt like I did nothing. Where my inner critic, on repeat, complained: Look at you, you worthless slug, unable to leave the house, accomplishing nothing in your pajamas at your desk. In reality, not only did I leave the house today, but I was up to my usual herculean check-listing: Lunch downtown with a museum director, a trip to the VW dealership, responding to countless emails, applying for a facilitation job, prepping food for the week, coaching clients