It’s Day 3, and still my body requires that I get out of bed before 10am. Today, it was 9.07. Is it weird that I know the exact time I wake up every day? I know for a fact that, barring any outrageous circumstances, I am always getting up between 9.16 and 9.42am. Seriously, it’s that specific. Alas, today continued a trend that I was afraid might occur.
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Day 2 started at 9.27 when my body decided it was time to wake up and get moving. Where it wanted to get moving to, I have no idea as there really was no where that needed me to be there. Nonetheless, up we got. Can’t be lollygagging around all day in bed now can we?
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Alright, so, this morning I woke to an email stating that the project I have been working on for much of the last year has been put on the back burner and that my major source of income is about to dry up. It happens, after all, that’s part of being a freelancer. Things like “always expect the unexpected” team up in your mind with other things like “Don’t Panic.” Panic? Who’s panicking!?! I’m not panicking!! Am I?!
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