“What time management?” I asked this as I rushed around like a headless chicken.
“Dear, you have to stop and take a deep, cleansing breath,” the muse said as she looked at me over her horn rimmed spectacles. I have no idea where she got them, nor do I care, right now, but truth be told she looks like an eccentric old biddy. Would I say this out loud? Not a chance; I loved my life as hectic as it seems to be. And was she now into meditation or yoga, I wondered? She seemed spectacularly se...
Published on February 24, 2014 15:00