"Me, me, me!," Nonesuch ruminated to himself. Is the cup (or, in his case, the hat) half full, or half empty? He was never quite so sure and his seemed to have a hole in it in any case. He tried to maintain his composure and take an in breath. Problem was, sooner or later, he had to breath out....dancing as fast as he could, but the steps kept changing...sometimes, he felt there was a veritable fire in the house...he just had to say "no," and not squash people as sometimes happened. How to be okay with upset and not always try to manage it. Well, back to work. Nonesuch went to his garden studio and picked up his pen...
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