Did you know that? I’m learning it.
I’ve been doing a lot of farting around lately and my income shows it.
I’ve only part way written my copy for the Certification course (gotta blend levels 1 and 2 into one program), rename the Divinely Guided Biz Makeover and re-tool the description, finish my opt-in, have the bare-bones of my mastermind program done …. Jeez. I suck. I have like 100 excuses for why but that’s all they are. Excuses.
Anyway, we are officially finished the wedding season with two on Duty’s side and one on mine. Now we move into baby season with two on my side (Cousin O’Cool apparently only produces boyz so that’s what’s coming!) and none (yet) on Duty’s side. I do so loves me some babies so long as they ain’t mine.
There was a time when I was sad that I didn’t have a child but that faded fast and I realized how much I love and need my freedom. I chafe under any kind of restriction and we all know raising a child is all about restriction. But love. They’re about love, too. I get lots of that from Luke and Peter and Christine (Niece of Artsy-Fartsy). I am totes awash in the lurve.
Countdown to leaving YOPOE has started. Woot! (And then I must catapult myself back into the life of an entrepreneur!)
Anyway, I’m here. Farting around, counting days, doing bitty stuff here and there, playing lots of Cookie Jam (and that could be construed as some naughty love game me and sekrit BF are playing but it’s not (dammit!)) and did I mention counting days? Yep, lots of that.
We need to start a support group! For I, too, am hooked on farting around doing nothing. The self loathing that accompanies it is mighty, yet I don’t change. Perhaps the answer is to accept myself?
I spent the past two weeks (of break) totally farting around. I would say I hate how lazy I was but I really don’t. ;-)