The power of the butterfly

You can not write anything this evening. You are too tired. You have spent the whole day looking after your youngest child, because she was not feeling well. And you have lots of things you have to do. Washing up. Laundry. Clearing up. I could feel, that my ego was very persistent. And then I realised that it’s the 11th today. I had to write! Continue reading “The power of the butterfly”