I like to swim. But today was a swim through molasses. Thick and viscous fear and discontent pulled me down all day. Well, I shouldn't say all day. I popped awake around 7:30am ... quite early for me ... full of a reasonable amount of focus and ... enthusiasm for the day.
But it didn't last.
I worked with my cool project remotely. But I had a lot of frustrating computer issues when I wanted to go sit in the corner and say "Wah!!" No IT around. I will be forced to think it through myself. Oh dang.
I am afraid. No cash, and not too many expectations. When you know there are accomplished, talented, experienced people out there snorkeling around for gigs, it doesn't make for a lot of confidence.
So hit the link, listen to the Stones. I'm hitting the pillows and purring.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
Friday, February 25, 2011
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