I am so tired of THINKING!
Ugh! My head hurts.
All day long and all night long I am thinking of new features, new ways to attract women, new features to explore, new groups to reach out to, new ways to market, new people to partner with, new bloggers to profile and so much other shit.
My head is spinning. I am obsessive. I need to learn how to turn it off for a minute. I am so tired. So tired. But this is only the beginning. I am grateful that now other writers have found my site and are reaching out to ask to write for us. This takes a lot of pressure off of me but then again, I’m still directing their writing, now I’m editing their pieces and coaching them.
And still trying to plan out this project and reach out to sponsors and groups so that I can book speaking engagements. I AM BUSY!
But I love it!
I was invited to perform poetry again but I’m still considering whether I want to go that route. I am always loved wherever I go to perform but that’s the thing, I’m so loved that whenever I want to take a step back, the organizers get upset with me and start treating me badly. I hate that. I can’t be committed to one thing. I have a lot going on right now. Don’t give me the cold shoulder because I can’t perform regularly. I’m trying to do something big right now.
I need a hug. My guyfriend came over out of the blue yesterday. We walked downtown and had pizza. That was so nice and relaxing. Too bad his hugs don’t give me what I need. I wish they did. I still don’t get that relaxed feeling when he’s done hugging me.
I got my business cards and my fliers in the mail today. They look great! I also ordered a custom app for my website. But since I don’t have a smartphone I’m not sure what the point is. My sister suggested I order it and even paid for the first month of the subscription. I may cancel it. I had the rent money but since I’m going to be homeless I used the money to invest in my business buying things I need like ordering the email list serve and fliers and cards and buying advertising.
I’m writing.
I’m writing.
I’m spinning.
I’m spinning.
I’m alone.
All alone.
Everyday.
But it’s okay. Everything lasts but for a season.