You know what else? The job wasn’t that bad. Stressful, yes, as most jobs are. Demanding, yes. Infringing on my personal life – of course. Who doesn’t work 50+ hours nowadays? But I didn’t mind it. I really liked the people with whom I worked; it was an opportunity to practice business writing, and I was sent with my laptop to places like Las Vegas, New York City, Orlando, New Hampshire. I even had a company iPhone (which I used much more for playing Words with Friends than for checking company email.) As far as jobs go, not one to send someone running.
But my life was full of anxiety. I felt that I never had time, I felt that I was always grumpy, always complaining, always tired. I know it sounds dramatic, but the more I pursued yoga and listened to my inner voice, the more my soul screamed to leave the damaging cycle. I have always wanted to finish the novel that I started 10 years ago. My life’s dream is to be a bestselling author. So, if I don’t start writing now, when will I ever finish?
If you are ever looking for someone to proof read your novel let me know!
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