I’ve been thinking about the concept of time lately. How I battle this false internal narrative that there’s not enough of it. That I’ll run out. That the dreams won’t come to fruition “in time.” My inability to remain present. My constant obsession with racing the clock, penciling in, planning, ruminating, wondering, “what if-ing.” Worrying.ContinueContinue reading “Full Blossom and Thoughts About Time.”