I’m having a few concerns tumbling about my mind.
Why on earth can I not find a nice white bra in this town! Ok, to be fair, …in the shops that I’ve been perusing. They’ll sell me red, black, silver, blue… colour-me-a-rainbow. But no simple no-frilly-flowery-ridiculous-sewed-patterned decent-priced cupper to up me chest. I just want a bra that won’t stink of mould after a wash. Is not barely there. Looks just like my other lovely lingerie. But comes packaged in WHITE.
This is quickly becoming some form of feminine quest for me.
Well. This involves too many things. So let’s leave it and move on. Cause my head aches just tucking about how I will avoid telling the strange readers.
Why am I allowing this government department to convince me that the best place to hold next week’s training is some holiday resort town!?!? And why did their numbers of attendees suddenly jump from 11 to 17! And most importantly, how am I going to convince my donors that all this possible exploitation really is valid for us to “achieve the project objectives”.
Anyone can call themselves a writer. Half of the “anyone” can write a book. Half of the half can publish the books. About 2% of THOSE folk can write any piece of literature that will “make it”.
Could I make it?????
Is the risk worth it???
Writing sure feels like a self-gratifying exercise.
….Hey! So does aid work!
I gotta stop making up random numbers & percentages like halves and 2%ers.
Is the chocolate cake worth it if it just ain’t made to the taste craving you have.
Looking back on this list. I think I need a more stimulating day job.
Re-enter Thought No. 2