It’s Sunday, 5:19pm as I start to write this. “Zhill Down” by Neotic is playing and there is some celebratory clapping going on outside my windows. I did a whole lot to nothing today. And cried during Yin Yoga. Not from physical pain but I suppose just permission to release. Maybe I haven’t been handling this whole self isolating, work from home as well as … Continue reading Dropping the Mask