Is that really so much to ask?
I’m feeling sorry for myself today – not an unusual occurrence, to be honest. There are many benefits to discovering my calling in life so early, but the only downside is I can’t be happy doing anything else.
Sometimes at work I think about my book, my blog, my forums, my online friends, and I long to be at home living the dream. I want to read about the newest books and trends and writing advice. I want to keep on top of reading the bestsellers so I know who’s who and what’s what.
I want wake up in the morning ready to do what I was always meant to do; write books!
I’m particularly blue today because I got an email from a writer friend who’s also a stay-at-home mom. Published or not, being a writing stay-at-home mom has been my dream since I was eight. She had such a great idea for a book that she works on it 4 to 5 hours a day.
It’s not fair. I know I’m pouting like a child. I can’t help it. I’m at a really good place in my life – probably better than I’ve ever been – so I feel terrible complaining. Still, every now and then I think about how I’m just not where I want to be yet, and I get frustrated.
(Don't any of you dare write "count your blessings" or anything like that in the comments to cheer me up. I am uncheerupable. You would just be a pooper at my pity party.)