Discouragement
is a dirty word. It tries hanging around me sometimes, like some stinky sock
that got left in some obscure place in the room (remember, I have boys). You can smell it but can’t
quite put your finger on where it’s coming from. Sure you can think back to a
moment or event that may have brought it on, sometimes though, you can't – you just
know Eeyore came in and took a seat in your kitchen. Just sitting there…clouding up perspective and dimming your thoughts...
