I remembered folding paper boats – lots and lots of paper boats – when I was a child. I remembered most the feeling of euphoria each time I carefully folded one with my small, delicate fingers. It felt almost as though at that point, in that very precise moment, all the happiness in the world … Continue reading
Out of complete boredom tonight, I sent out a mass text message to a couple of friends with the question, “What happens when the one thing that used to fuel and drive you when all else is bleak disappears?” I received a couple of thought-provoking answers mixed with a few humourous ones. The Contemplative “You … Continue reading
