My name is mud. I just sent an email to a wonderful writer explaining that I couldn’t finish a beta. I hate that life and guilt get in the way of doing things I love to do. If I could just get rid of either my family or my job, I’d have some guilt-free space in my brain, and then I’d have more fun.
This week alone, I have to complete what I’ve been working on for the last two months, go to a meeting on Wednesday that will probably negate the work I’ve done, attend another (useless) meeting at Tamarack on Thursday, and fight with the seniors on Friday to get them to turn in their scholarship applications.
So, what’s it going to be? Whack the fam or the job? Hmmmm
