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meg, take it one shift at a time. give it 110% and dont take the other team for granted.
Yeah. I just wrote a blog entry to the same effect, and it’s…inarticulate.
That’s how it is before you know.
Do you think it has anything to do with the bangs. ;)
I see a psychotherapist, and that helps. Plus it’s cool. Therapy is the new black.
That’ll do perfectly. :-)
“you can never get enough of what you didn’t really want in the first place”
seriously, good luck with the transition and the next level – whatever it turns out to be
onward!
I felt like that last week.
Don’t attempt vast projects with half-vast plans.
I am trying to get a musician to do something blog like. It will be good for what he does. It will probably be good for him, too. We end up looking at this blog.
He liked this blog. He said, “I want to say something important, too.”
I said, “Are you going to do it? Are you going to start a blog like this?”
“Scary shit. Only if you go first.”
You’re getting me in trouble. So you must be saying something good.
Thank you for this post. I need to write one exactly like it – can I steal yours? I’m kidding, of course, but you expressed my feelings perfectly. Except that I don’t know what I’m on the edge of. It’s scary!
Omg. Yes.
This makes me feel crap and unmotivated in the worst way. Hope it clears up for you soon.