Everything should be fine. Better than fine, it should be fantastic. I'm:
- working from home
- not feeling pulled in a million directions
- able to pick Max up from school and take him to therapy myself
- Max's daycare for the summer is all set up
- I've started working on my book
So why do I still have this unsettled feeling? Is it that I'm finally really going for it? Working for myself, and that I now have to hustle to make sure I can actually make enough money to do this? Probably... yes, definitely, yes.
The ups and downs of every day knock me sideways. Should I take this job? Should I go make lattes at Starbucks? Take the night shift at a bakery? I don't know...I don't know. I made a friend a promise that I would stick it out, and not give up when the going inevitably gets tough. To that I say, anyone looking for a writer?