Writing makes life betterPosted: February 4, 2014 Filed under: All's Well That Ends Well 2 Comments
Guess what? Even though I had mentally composed yesterday’s blog post multiple times over the last week, once I actually sat down and wrote it, I felt better.
For me one of the important things is to write publicly. It makes me feel like I’m not just talking to myself and getting tangled up in my own crazy mind.
Speaking of writing, I read a new book almost every week in January, but now I’m out of good books. Suggestions?
The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry.
I just read it and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. I’d be interested to hear what you think.