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You know how that feels? Like I have to wait at your door in uncertain weather while you make up your mind whether to let me in or not. By the time you decide, I may be gone from your blog, gone from your life for good.

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The “I don’t have time” excuse 

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There are days when I don’t write enough. Or spend enough time with the people I care about. Or do the things I want to do. On those days, I go to bed feeling disappointed, maybe even miserable.  Continue reading