I am waiting for the bomb to drop. Why? Because it has been a wonderful week. I reached the top 100 on Amazon for Mythology and Folk Tales. My second book is moving along at a wonderful pace. I did fabulous on sales. Work was actually pleasant to be at. I swept the floors TWICE this week. And I had to take myself to urgent care the other night- and it only took an hour!
My husband, on the other hand, had a week from hell.
But this isn’t about him- this is about me.
I don’t remember when I had a good week. Or maybe I had good weeks, and I didn’t know that I was having good weeks because it was pre-bipolar meds. But doesn’t it seem like the world is off kilter when you have had a great week and the people around you haven’t? Like you are cheating somehow?
Now I am waiting. Something terrible is waiting around the corner to jump out at me and yell, ‘sike.’
Here is the real issue. It was such a good week that I feel like I need to do more. My motivation is at an all-time high, and I am ready to run. Not physically run; that takes too much effort. But proceed to the next project. I just don’t know what that is yet. I guess I could work harder on finishing my second novel. I wanted it published by September. Maybe I should move that up?
Or join a gym? Or a writing club? Maybe even go to the grocery store BEFORE I run out of milk.
The world is my oyster. I took today off. No reason other than because I could. I have plans to go to a coffee house and write. I have always wanted to go to a coffee house and write. Sit at one of those ridiculously small tables with my laptop, drink overpriced coffee, and people-watch. Customers would walk in and wonder, ‘What is she doing? She must be famous if she sits in a coffee house on a Friday afternoon and writes.’
But then again, I have a pile of laundry that needs to be done.
Of course, I could work on social media for my husband’s company which is doing way better than my book sales right now- but we are not talking about that. Honestly, he is not even an ideal partner. An excellent husband- but I haven’t gotten one paycheck from him for all my hours of work. I might have to give my two-week notice.
I have a whole day off. So many things I could do because I am ensuring that the people in my home go off to their respective places so I can be alone. I should make something delicious for dinner. Maybe make cookies? I need to clean the bathrooms.
But it’s my day off. Maybe a pedicure? It’s been months since I had one. I am almost embarrassed to go.
On the other hand, I need to clean the garage I just cleaned three weeks ago, and it already looks like a tornado slammed through it.
I should make a list of everything I need to get done. The list is like work, though. And if I wanted work, I wouldn’t have taken the day off.
I am beginning to sweat. This is too much pressure.
Oh crap. I think the bomb just fell.
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