Back then, I've always been proud as to how graceful I can be under pressure. Peers and friends would marvel as to how I keep it together. I wish I can call that 'self' now. My heart is pounding, my mind is almost having a short circuit. Here I go again with thoughts going to different directions...
There are a lot on my plate, excluding the two boys and the household. There are things that also matters a lot more than anything. Sometimes it really does have to come first, because what's the use of being here if I'm not healthy. I am scared, again. But I did this before, I should be able to do it again.
And there are stuffs to plan, forecast, and delegate... sometimes being self employed is a headache. Oh well, it is a headache! Pretty much not for the faint of heart. Now, I worry and worry. I refuse to tackle charts and graphs. I cringe every time I crunch numbers. Do you feel the same way too?
Back to me, focus. Eat well, sleep, and exercise. I should be better at this! Wait, and now I remember that huge pile in the laundry room? Help, anyone?!
2 comments:
unfortunately, numbers arent my thing,so i cant help you there..you should ask your math genius of a husband, math is his toothpick=)
where i could help you though is to tickle you pick until you laugh loudest..i miss you Therese Crisostomo-Habana=)
abot na si Mark?
HAHAHA! unfortunately, mao nang ga panic ko kay sya akong bana ug sya pud akong business partner!
and you already tickled me pink (err pick, perhaps bec you wrote toothpick beforehand) right there!
i miss you to ragen chelo aviso stevart!
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