Ugh, friends, ugh.
I am old enough that I should be a grown up. I should have a clean house, be able to cook decent meals, develop my creative career that I want.
But no. I continue to struggle with routines that keep the house picked up and running well. Meals are a mystery. I have … I will say hundreds, but I know it is more than that, dollars worth of hats and fleece ready to sell and I just have yet to get it together.
I quit my job that was killing me and giving me a pharma addiction, I saved money so I could be independent, and now that I am, I always want to be independent. There is so much I am willing to give up for this …
But I am still struggling with these basic routines … And I feel frozen.