Feeling a little White-Snakish…

“I dont know where I’m going
But, I sure know where Ive been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday

Except…I am wasting time. I think this is one of those procrastination as self-sabotage days. There is a pile of work for me to do…all legitimate, but I can’t seem to prioritize…

So, I’m trying to take a note (or a few lyrics) from Whitesnake:

“And here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone
cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams”

Of course, I’ve got no sense of direction, so I never walk alone. And I’m blubberingly grateful for all my Scribes & Princesses who love and support me through my (numerous, un-ending) moments of self-doubt.

I’m going to take it slow and easy, this road. Start small…like do the fun job and look at photos, then do the hard thing and edit “Cowgirl,” and then–hardest of all–give myself a freakin’ break and read through EC, with an eye to being proud, not ripping myself apart…

So, Here I Go…Again…