For every rule don’t we know an exception?
This isn’t another post about discipline, or work ethic. I said yesterday that I know what I have to do. This is a post about a depression.
“-when I came back I thought, ‘I guess I’m gonna give this another shot.’ It took a lot of work. A lot of work. It was making the decision that instead of ignoring the fact that I have a certain brain chemistry I decided to do what I could to get better.”
In 1879, a postman Ferdinand Cheval was struck by the qualities of a random stone he tripped on while on his mail route.
While most of my improv class is hilarious, there’s one person there who isn’t, but she may be the most important.