Curbing the desperation. That’s my goal until the holidays are over.
The utter, rotting guilt I have for not being financially independent nearly steals my breath around Christmas. This is not an exaggeration.
Recognizing this is key. Countering it is essential.
I’m doing all I can, embracing old genres, welcoming new ones, writing, editing, rewriting, working, working, WORKING, WORKING!…
And here, the desperation grows.
Somehow, I must curb it.