You know how in fairy tales, there’s always someone who is cursed? And like, the curse itself is kind of weird?
Like how Sleeping Beauty was going to die from pricking her finger on a spinning wheel? Or like how Pinocchio’s nose grows when he lies?
Admittedly, I’m not dealing with any of this.
But I have been cursed by busy-ness, an odd thing since I wrote about how busy is a choice years ago.
But sometimes, when life shifts and you…