I staged an intervention on myself today since I was the only person around to do it. I had a stupid fight with a friend. Shouldn’t have called as I was in a crappy mood–Monday blues with a hormonal kick.
Won’t go into the intevention but I managed to get black toner dust everywhere–that was an accident that had nothing to do with the intervention but I took it as a sign to let things be.
So I did something that I always said I would never do. I put in a post “Daddy’s home,” thqt’s a story I have in my book. It can also stand alone. I put it in because I need reaction. Maybe I doomed my chances by doing this or maybe I began to make things happen.
Maybe writing is my destiny. I hope so.