Another day over. Am I wishing my life away? No, I’m counting down the days until my life starts again. Life minus the boss.
Perhaps I shouldn’t knock it; the boss pays, and I can’t say that my inbox is full of demands for my services as a savvy freelance writer. Is it the savvy bit that’s putting off the clients? Do they require a little more of the silly? Or should I do a merger of my two personalities and rename myself Sally? And, if I did call myself Sally, would I have to fend off requests from all the Worzel Gummidges of this world?
Can I even afford to be picky?
Come on all of you Worzels out there! Any of you need your life stories writing up? Are any of you even alive? Give yourselves a bit more space to live in. Let go of some of that stuffing!