I pressure myself more than anyone else does. Do you ever feel like you’re running behind yourself, screaming in your own ear to pick up the pace? Move faster. Think up a better word. Write a better book than last time. Write a better book than you think you’re writing now. Do not disappoint them. Do not disappoint yourself. You’re not working hard enough. Move, move, move!
I joked about the five compartments of my brain on Facebook, but really it’s the truth. My mind is really filled up with only five things right now. Can we have a pie chart?
Truth is, I’m stressed out. I need to go home. Why does it always happen that when I decide I need to go home it’s dark and I can’t find my shoes?