To wallow or not to wallow. That was the question for me this weekend. I was so tired, layering insomnia on top of life’s usual frustrations. Let me just say that I do not wear exhaustion well. I was crabby, and crabby is not a good color for me. And I kind of wanted to do nothing. Not even fun stuff like going to a food festival. In fact, simmering in my setbacks sounded like the best plan. I… Read more »