SHUT THE FRONT DOOR, JANET

Janet showed up again. Had my toes to the line at a 50K today and she just couldn’t keep it to herself… I heard her but didn’t give her any credit. “Oh, Janet.” Eye roll. Breathe. I have a voice in my head who shoots me down, tries to talk me into believing I’m inadequate.Continue reading “SHUT THE FRONT DOOR, JANET”