The Power of Deciding What You Won’t Finish

I had been spoon fed the concept since birth. Force fed well after I was weaned from the tit and still I can feel the threat of its re-emergence on any given Wednesday. I wake up wondering if she will email telling me her plans for the weekend and how I am going to fit into them. Since I breathed my first she engrained in me the need to fill up every minute of my day. Like any good child does I picked up her…