Sometimes I get a bad case of the “I don’t wannas.” Yesterday morning, I was getting ready to go to a doctor’s appointment for a routine yearly checkup and I was dragging my feet. I wasn’t afraid of what they might find. I’m healthy and the chances of a problem were low. I just didn’t want to leave the house right then. It was my writing time. And I didn’t know where I was going. They had moved their office recently and my sense of direction is shockingly bad. I downloaded the address into my Waze app, I followed what it said, but I still got lost. It was inevitable.
Interesting.
Thank you for sharing
Marianne