How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

Sit or stand with your feet flat on the ground and hip-width apart. Breathe in gently and regularly through your nose and out through your mouth, letting your breath flow into your belly as deeply as is comfortable. You can try counting from 1 to 5 as you inhale and exhale. Continue for at least five minutes. You’ll need it to get through the laughter induced after reading. ❤️

Dearest Gentle-reader,

Ironically, today’s prompt is something your author is currently contemplating.

When is enough, truly enough?

I mean, it seems like every time I come to a point of contentment and I’m actually willing to pay money to subscribe to WordPress- y’all screw the pooch with a weeks worth of the dumbest fucking questions.

Alas, this Tri-annual gala continues as I sit in my chair shredding the hope that Day One chooses to please us sweetly, for once.

Unplugging from you means this author would have to completely rework her entire platform.

NOT A FUCKING OPTION.

So instead, I come on here everyday to live in the disappointment of fighting with a buggy app and answer some stupid fucking question that only therapist would ask.

I’m not the one, Day One.

Maybe y’all should think about getting your shit together before you challenge a 60 Million strong author force.

Until something is asked that is of relevance. The door is on the left, Day One.

Word to your manager. 💋