Waiting for the Flow (Again)

Leftover energy from new-year resolutionizing had me doodling on an index card… then pulling out my color markers.

Where Is My Flow?

The doodle made me remember that my first index card box was put together by my mom for me in 4th grade. I had been appointed the classroom "librarian" and was discombobulated by the task. My fellow students were mad at me because I was so pokey. So she made me a box and showed me how to organize the cards alphabetically.

She also gave me advice that stuck...