I'm feeling anxious lately. I want to write,
but every time I sit down and work on the book I've been tackling, I get
too jittery and get up. I can't sit still. I struggle to motivate
myself at work. I want something new, but I feel like its wiser to stay
the course and wait for the emotions to die down. Still, I'm not
ignoring them. Just keeping my eyes open to see if anything pops up.
Alas...the bills need to be paid and responsibility needs to happen. That's what keeps me on the ground.
