Can anyone relate? I suppose part of it may be that I am pretty much alone. I don’t have a family and children, or someone to sort of navigate through the journey with me. I hope I will at some point. Until then I will sprout legs and crawl up the wall as people throw some parcels of food my way, still trying to figure out how to balance (juggle) everything. Or… perhaps I need to quit reading Kafka at the moment. *laughs at self*
Ps...I have stayed away from the WIP for two weeks. I'm now getting the shakes and other odd symptoms. Medication maybe?