I hate my jealous side. It lurks and lingers and will never ever go away. And it makes me loathe myself even more.
I'm still looking for happiness in my job. I had a shit job working a hospital for 7 years doing mindless monkey work. And now I'm in a position where I have to shoulder so much responsibility, I think I'm going to fall to pieces from the pressure.
This weekend I was having a conversation w/ a friend type person. She recently quit her stressful bullshit job, for #1 to spend more time w/ her 1 y/o daughter and for #2 the company was a disaster, to go work for fellow blogger Jackie, http://littleluxuriespads.blogspot.com/. Low stress, Jackie is a cool chick, and there's other little ones to hang w/ the baby.
That oh so familiar GRR ARG feeling whooshed over me. I wish I had a cool idea or had a great opportunity to get involved w/. Why not me? Why is it always going to be against the world?
So, I'm going to stop being such an ass. I'm throwing myself back into writing.