First Step

So I have been mullying the idea for this bag over in my head for the last 4 days. It wakes me up at 5:30 and the thought of taking the first step and actually purchasing the fabric makes me want to vomit(based on the last post,maybe I just have a virus). It is not a huge expense: approximately 160 bucks. Maybe it is the pretense of failure. So indulge me in a little mantra to soothe myself.
I Failed
I Failed
I Failed
I Failed
I Failed
If I fail I will only be out about 500 bucks and some summertime. And everyone I know will have the most adorable bags for grocery shopping with my name on them.
Hmmmm, I'll just stop in the bathroom to visit before I fill out that purchase order.

A Start

I am so busy that I want to vomit. What a perfect way to expose my true psyche.

• 2 days left of school-3 kids worth of exams & final projects to boot
• cousin Sarah staying with us - teenage agnst to boot
• company growing by leaps and bounds
• Baron started summer coursework- will we ever see him again?
• Baron insists we need to replace our a/c system or the world will end
• someone filed a tax return using all my data and so I have to prove who I am to the IRS
• the above has also delayed our stimulus check
• forms and payments for all summer activities due-putting Dr. Doolittle down on every one
• decided to sit for an exam in July but haven't decided when I will study
• oh did I mention I am chronically ill? drug rep calling me daily about new infusion
• TAA DAA, I have come up with an amazing idea for a side business that would build on the relationships I have with my sisters and I have been thinking about it so much that I neglected to condition my hair this morning.

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