Why does it seem that getting control of one area of my life sends everything else to fall all apart? I am counting calories, working out and I am exhausted. Apparently I am the only one that does anything and when I am not doing something nothing gets done. So the house is a mess after I spent a decent amount of my break cleaning it up. So here I am back to work after spring break and the house is toast. Thanks. The winds make me grumpy. I am agitated. Like a caged animal. Pacing. Pacing. I want progress. I want things happening. My job things is all messed up. No contract. String me along. I don't like it. I want to be in a place. Settled. So does that mean I don't work well flying by the seat of my pants? Well I have been flying like this since January so clearly I have proven myself. I like where I am but so help me if I had a place to bounce I would. Or would I ? I just want/need to feel I don't know something. n

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