First of all, I am so not dissing my life. I love my life. I love my family. I love where I am, what I'm doing and where we're going. Together.
But sometimes a tiny little voice speaks up inside of me.
I was meant for more.
I was meant to do more.
I feel like a little fish...waiting to get through all the crap to get into the bigger pond...does that even make sense?
Maybe I'm just freakin' about my book. Havent' heard anything yet. Waiting, waiting, waiting to send an email. And what am I supposed to say? Hi, sorry about the recession. You've had my book for three months now, anything new?
But what if she says no? What if she says, 'sorry, not good enough'. What if it's a big, resounding no?
I'm going to bed.
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