Did legit nothing for the damned novel today. The highlight of the day was a heart-to-heart with M, my husband, about my anxiety and fear of failure. It went surprisingly well. There were barely any tears!
So I did a different red task today…
Didn't read my manuscript today. Ended up looking for and applying for jobs, which just... yeah. Nerve-wracking as hell. But I survived it. Nobody hung up on me. Or laugh at me. My anxiety had a field day.
Calling The Shots 