It's been a bad few weeks, but after awhile you start to find out what triggers crying jags. Work helps. I've discovered I'm extremely formal in some ways. Maybe all those damned rejections.
I have paperwork to tie up, and family in the house, and stress. Lots and lots of stress. Problems and headaches, and every time I think I'm getting somewhere I'm not. In Barrayar, Cordelia says, "One step at a time, I can walk around the world. Just watch me."
I know I can do this. I eat elephants for breakfast.
One bite at a time.
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*hugs* I bet you have a LOT of leftovers ;)
Clem put up a post for you.
You're worrying me, Jodi. What's going on?
*hugs* Yknow...having read what little of your writing I've read, and more than a few of your posts at RD, I have no doubt you are strong enough to tackle the danged elephant in order to eat it.
But in case you need extra help, I'm thinking of you, sending you strength and positive thoughts, in the hopes it'll bolster you when your own reserves are low.
I like Elephant. If you need any help eating it...I eat like a damn horse.
*hugs* Cup.
Ah, Alice.
My husband passed away. Last week and three days ago. It's hard to talk about so I go around it like it's not there, but hey--that doesn't work either. Today is our twenty eight years anniversary.
I think I need some ice cream.
Holy cow! No wonder you're hurting. I'm amazed you haven't shut down completely.
I'm glad Cowboy has been there for you. If you need another shoulder, you're welcome to mine.
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