There is a chapter called, Whatever, in the novel in progress. I have come to accept that throwing up my arms and saying “whatever” is what opened the door to the faerie realm.
Thus, making ‘whatever’ not such a bad thing.
And then there’s “whatever makes you happy, dear” or there’s ‘whatever” as one stomps out of a room.
Whatever is a powerful concept on all ends of the spectrum. How’s it fit into your life? Are there any Whatevers that have caused you to let go of controlling something and instead allow it?
Or has it stopped you in your tracks?
Love to hear your feedback on whatever…. (snicker)