This working full-time thing is for the birds. I have come to the end of the time that thinks this is fun. The novelty has worn off. My house needs attention, cleaned, vacuumed, the dog needs to go to the groomers, the house needs bug bombed, I miss making dinners, I miss sleeping, I miss yoga, I miss lyming, I miss blogging. Is it really such a bad thing to be dependent on someone else? Really? Aren’t there other ways to make a living that don’t involve being there every stinkin day? Day in, day out, and on top of that you have to remember shit? Like how to do stuff? And people ask you questions and I just stare at them because really I have no freakin idea what they just said. I mean really, doesn’t money grow on trees? Where are those trees? In my brother’s back yard maybe?
Why (pause) I am like a delicate flower, who should be floating in the breeze, loving life without too many cares in the world…ahhhh….
I’m going to go now to offer Reiki to the dying folk. The peaceful me must get centered….Ommmmmm,
Maybe I’ll start a go fund me page. Go fund me just because, and then I could blog about it?