In my year of rejection, I'm taking a blog break to concentrate on the ups and downs of statuehood and seagullhood.
On my statue days, I am unmoved. I am a rock. I am true to myself. (Or so I keep telling myself.)
On my seagull days, I try to watch my yawping, and I try to be considerate about where I . . . stand.
I hope your statue days are few and far between, and your seagull days are filled with humility.
