My thoughts, observations, fantasies while traveling through the internal and external universes
Thursday, November 17, 2016
I feel extremely tired. Physically and emotionally. I wish there was a refuge. I wish there was a book or website or place I could go and breathe a bit and come back anew. Alas.
I feel under pressure from many angles. Raising kids, managing sibling rivalry, practicing presence, letting go of work. Work. It worries me. I'm concerned about my position. Will I need to fight back for my rights again? Oh so be it! Right?
An emigrant from an ancient civilization to North America, an engineer in marketing and management, a mom of working kind, who thinks when she talks, and who likes to write.
I, L.B., own the copyright to the content.