
“It’ll probably be fine, … but what if it’s not?”
Do you ever argue with yourself, trying to say “it’ll probably be fine?”
Do you ever argue with yourself, trying to say “it’ll probably be fine?”
How do we nurture strength when facing the dangers of hope?
What if play, not “happiness”, is the opposite of depression?
Doing nothing can be restful. But what is it to do nothing?
The post in which I discuss the nature of performance, a podcast, play, and other such posh p words