Interrupt the patterns that keep you stuck

pattern interruptThe other day, during the Integrity Workshop, the urgent sound of police sirens attempted to interrupt the flow of the workshop: every fiber of my being wanted to run to the front room window to find out what happened…

Anything to break the monotony of living an a hill, at the dead part of a dead end street… in the midst of a pandemic. I am nosy to a fault. Continue reading “Interrupt the patterns that keep you stuck”