I can dig my heels in.
This comes as a surprise to most.
The ragdoll spine my anxiety and panic disorders have so kindly bequeathed me lead many to believe that I’m a pushover. Wrong. Like yesterday, for example.
Sunday was the first day in a week when construction people weren’t telling me what I can and can’t do.
So, the rebel inside of me was feeling her oats, dug in her heels and refused to blog in a finger to society at large. Apologies for this heel action. It won’t happen too often. (I’ve got to keep up the illusion of my ragdoll spine, after all.)
Until the Wednesday update…
Your ragdoll in heels
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 