If I had any sense at all, I would have quite writing this post after that first word. But I never claimed to have any sense and I’m proving it by continuing to write.
So here’s the deal: it’s Sunday. It’s been kind of trying to snow all day. It’s grey (surprise!) and absolutely nothing is going on. For me, most of the day has centred around research – where to do writing; where to submit writing; where to get freelance jobs.
The best thing that happened all day was a good long dog walk across the street.
It’s one of those days where I feel like screaming. I think I know (at least a little bit) what a tiger feels like in a tiny cage – pacing back and forth. Wanting to burst out of your skin.
And I think that’s it. Just another day.
It’s up to me to change it. I fear I am not doing enough. It’s up to me. And in just a minute I’ll be cheerful and bright and ready to make changes – first though, I think I’ll break 9 million dishes by flinging them against a brick wall. (at least in my mind)
There – that’s better.