It's like a grocery list for my questions.
You know how when you realize you need sour cream or cleanser or cinnamon it nags at the back of your brain until you write it down?
Oh, no. What was it that I was supposed to remember at the store.
Was it sage? Baking soda? Tissues?
Why didn't I write it down?
Even when I write it on a scrap of paper doomed to be lost long before the grocery store trip, I still feel better. And that annoying voice saying: Cleanser. Cleanser. Don't forget the Cleanser. You're going to forget, I know you are, finally leaves me alone.
It's that same way with all of these questions plugging up my mind.
Blog on scrap of paper and have done with it.
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