So Lately

I have been overwhelmed and panicked about things I must do.

In a bad way.

 

(Too big. Too much.)

 

Priorities:

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.

So–

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.