Have you ever felt so overwhelmed that a simple request for a gift suggestion brought you to tears? Yeah, me neither. Because that is a ridiculous response to a normal query and I would be prepared for a question like that a week before my daughter turns 1 years-old.
But! Had I ever had a day wherein I learned that someone compiled a gorgeous list of 40 must-have books for writers, realized I only had one of them, and spiraled into a whatever the opposite of a pep-talk is (a real writer would know), I would need something to snap me out of it.
Stressed out because there are way too many toy options out there? Panicking because lists make you feel like an insignificant wannabe? You don’t need a benzodiazepine. Just don’t panic:
Shout out to my pal, Ray, for introducing me to Dad’s Army.