In an unusual choice of events, my husband and I decided to go to church on New Year’s Eve. We decided to walk the labyrinth at Saint Marks in Capitol Hill and it was wonderful. Labyrinths are not mazes, but a path. One path leading to the center and one path leadi...
I’ve always tended to be the kinda gal that sees the “glass half full “ but underneath that cheery exterior I was constantly anxious about doing “the right thing.” It was unbearable for me to make decisions, I was distracted by any new shiny thing and I morphed and cha...