A few words on Unconditional Love

In days gone by, when I was a younger and sillier version of Ann — not so much Real Ann — I remember nearly every situation in My Life had a “But…” at the end of it.

It went something like this:

“I just love doing XYZ, but…” There was a condition. Always.

My inner critic worked overtime tweaking every damn thing, every damn experience, every…