Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.
What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.
Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.
I swear I could write a book about all the things no one has ever thanked me for.
I believe that illness has led me to a life of gratitude, so I consider Lyme disease at this point in my life to be a blessing in disguise.
But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.