Why I Rip Off My Wings
And three ways I’m working to stop
The sharpest knife is always Netflix.
When I start fearing the wings on my back, some random show is the first knife I grab. A blurriness in my head takes over. A slowness in my movements.
Most days, braver days, I hardly watch TV. I know how precious time is — and I’m clear about my goals. Then, I slip into the…