Your Muchness is Dying

“The couch is more relaxing. Gaming all night is more fun,” You say as your sadness cooks into a butter-coated bun.  You eat the bun with a frown. The gym pamphlet is your plate. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll do something more productive than inflate.” You wanted to be helpful, but your muchness is neglected. “My degreeContinue reading “Your Muchness is Dying”