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December 6, 2012
I glance at the calendar and I've missed the whole week of writing. Today is Thursday and it feels like the slowest week and the busiest. I'm just spinning my wheels and nothing is getting done at my house. How the day gets away from me I don't know. As I take some time to sit down and write, I'm realizing I'm doing for everyone else. Why are their needs more important, that I drop everything and run to help them? That's what I want to change. I can't be the rescuer and no one wants to be rescued. Right?