Did someone take something the wrong way and get a bad impression of Petit Moi?

Imagining they did only takes up unnecessary space, time and energy in my pea-wee brain. And unless and until they tell me, then there is nothing to be said, done…or thought… about it.

It’s nice not to be getting in a tiz about Things That Don’t Exist.

I wish I’d learnt that lesson a long time ago.