I must admit I procrastinate, freely and, mostly, unapologetically. But I realized tonight that my procrastination is a mask for something else: Resistance. I’ve written about resistance previously; you can read that post here. Tonight is different. With so many different things competing for my attention, it is easy to get caught up in the madness.
Resistance This post has been a struggle to write. You might say I’ve been resistant to the very thought of resistance. Tonight at dinner, my grandson was resistant to eating dinner. Even though he’d asked for and received what he wanted, he’d decided in the meantime that he wanted something else. The ensuing negotiation