Well, it is Sunday after all. The strains of Glenroe have commenced already…
Now that we’ve all printed off The Worry Tree and have it on our fridges (of course we do), here’s another one worth spending a bit of time with.
The first time the therapist handed this over, I bawled. Tears of frustration, sadness, and – at the risk of sounding fierce schmaltzy – hope. To know it’s possible to welcome these thoughts with a smile, own them, and usher them on through.
Here’s to decluttering.