|Me on my 44th birthday|
It could encompass reaching my 44th birthday, talking to my counselor, and having her tell me that no, I'm not a complete fuck up and having me leave her office almost believing it. I'm worried and depressed because I'm always tired and I can't get my yard work done or my house cleaned. And I'm lonely.
She reminds me this is because I'm trying to be a good mom. I believe her exact words were Supermom. And I have an awesome job. And I'm publishing my own book. And I'm writing again. And I just got back from an awesome vacation. And I'm going out with my friends and trying to date again but NOT get into a relationship. And I'm going to coach soccer. And I'm kickboxing. And she says, fuck it if you can't clean your house or get your yard work done. Hire someone to do it.
Um, okay. I'll give her that. Whatever.
Reaching goals could also mean I made it to my Indiegogo goal. Yay me!!!! Now I can move forward
Goal is publication by Junilyish. I'd say a release party 2nd week July. Book out in time for next school year. I'm excited!!