Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Mild panic.

Three kids.
Two dogs.
Two cats.
Two companies.
One spouse.

Even though I'm doing a lot of work on a lot of different things, I just can't get with the idea that I'm doing ENOUGH. And the more successful I am, the more this feeling of mild panic grows. It's really silly and frustrating and affects my whole deal. I have to learn to chill.

End of complaining.

Love to all. Even you, the woman who clearly spilled crap all over her jacket.

1 comment:

ITS said...

Of course you are not doing enough. Just look at me. I am 25, single, and my goldfish can die any moment for lact of attention.

Beat that!