A wee bit of performance anxiety

I spent an undisclosed amount of time in front of the mirror the other morning, blowing on my finger. Like a fool. You see, in the days prior, I was pushed to the edge in a minor candle fiasco, and--I have to believe--the involuntary training session in the mirror that morning was a direct result... Continue Reading →

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