Thursday, March 25, 2010

Between recipies



I don't really want to be an insurance agent, but I also don't want to continue trying to recreate my day with no boundrys. I'm excited every morning and done by 9:30. I've checked the job sites, read the paper, had my tea and walked the dog. I've checked my library books, picked up poop and reviewed my employment options. I have 8 hours to go before dinner and I'm spent. I apply for the insurance job. I keep climbing.

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