Sep 202005
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.
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!