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:
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!
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