For a long time I had been feeling frustrated and unfulfilled artistically, mainly because I’m not as successful as I want to be yet. And if I’m honest, I was allowing my emotions of frustration to surpass and trip up my efforts for progression. It’s hard to be at odds within yourself and expect momentum to happen. It doesn’t.
These are all the items I took with me when Haris was going to lay down to take a nap. My intentions were to read each book for 20 minutes, journal for 10 minutes or so, work on a monologue, reassess my goals and plan, answer 2 emails, and read 3 others. Easy enough.
How much do you have?
And I got a quarter and some pennies. My mother in law, Momma T, was in town and came to spend some time with Haris, so I could go have some time for myself to write and do whatever.
She’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes, she’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes . . . Guys, I have a confession, and it’s going to sound pretty silly and absent minded. Bear with me, and yep that’s proper grammar, and not in reference to an actual bear like Yogi, who knew? Thanks google.