Today was rough. Feeling rather trapped and hopeless…nothing to do with Liz and I; that is rock solid. Nothing to do with health, or family. Those are also rock solid.
Just feeling…I guess frustrated and exhausted. And like a failure.
I know I’m not. I realize that’s stress talking. Resistance. But all that got the better of me today, and the past few days.
I feel like I’m not fast enough. Or good enough. I feel like I’m behind. Too slow. Too poor. Too new.
Yeah. On those thooooose days.
My NIGHT, however, was wonderful. I got to get out and play some tennis with Reed. That was…nice. Refreshing. Easy. Fun. Ten. Nis. 😂 I don’t know why I decided to suddenly start writing one word sentences.
I’ve grown a lot this year as a writer. I truly have. I know that. But it doesn’t feel like enough. It *isn’t* enough. I’m not bringing in money right now. It’s that simple.
I have to bring in money.