I have been overwhelmed and panicked about things I must do.
In a bad way.
(Too big. Too much.)
I want to be with my girls.
And my friends–more than I am now which is almost never.
I want to write.
I want to fulfill my callings.
And I want to make sure the conference is a success (www.wifyr.com).
What I don’t want to do is wake up feeling like I’m gonna puke because I’m stressed.
I won’t want to cry because extra work is piled on me.
Dream about it.
Worry over it.
Wonder how to get it done.
I know why some people just want to hide.
Talking to a publisher today (maybe).
To ease my burden.
But there is this–I’ve made some people angry.
Remember how I said Treat Writing Like a Job?
Being your own boss means knowing when to say no.
Even when it isn’t popular.
I’m going back to sleep.