This is supposed to be the last of the 30 days of truth. I don’t want to do it. “A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself” is not a prompt that interests me. Maybe that means I failed (that would just be so awful!) (I wish sarcasm came through better in text) but I managed all of the rest of them, one way or another, so I can live with failing this last prompt. I just don’t have any interest.
I’m going to go back to writing a few days a week again rather than trying for every day. I think that works better with my schedule and my interests.
I’m going to a conference today. Did you know that there has been a serious upswing in the bedbug infestations in the United States? One company that gets rid of them without chemicals is giving away plush bedbugs at the conference, so I’m going to bring a bedbug home tonight. I think that is hilarious.