This week I have spent my mornings listening to Frank James. His speciality is INFJ, people, his inner world, all that jazz. I love it. At first I was kinda put off by the typical You Tube screen shots and
This is a late one. I’ve had a pretty shitty week. Other people have been my problem. Flaring up in my face and reminding me how inadequate I feel. What I should have responded with is a reminder to thank
I’m at a very searchy part of my path. I’ve done extensive volunteering and am now at the point where I am tired of it. I love what I’ve done but it feels more like a bind than a joy.
It’s been one of those weeks where a crash is inevitable. I’ve been tired for weeks, juggling a different set of plates and working out what fits together in this lovely new year. As with all life circumstance changes, the