From corners of my house

Since I decided to quit my job my mind has been in some kind of creative mess
From wanting to do everything
to wanting to do nothing,
which is not a very good alternative

{ S M I L E }

Thoughts like;
“no worries! this will be so much fun”
“what the h… am I thinking!! How will we survive”
Most of the times I´m in the middle of these two
Though clinging and hoping for the first thought

I have a plan to start on my third ezine
(love that word)
I know it´s been said before
But this time I really mean it

{ L A U G H T E R }

I´m so bad remembering how much work it is
Mr. G keeps telling me
All I recall is how much fun it was