I feel like a completely different person since I last posted on here. So many things have happened in so few months that I think I may have aged at a rate of about a year a week.
Let's see. That would make me about 38. So from now on, consider this the work of a 38 year old woman, with all the wisdom to go along with it.
Except I have no wisdom. All I really have is about 14 years of compound experience all crammed into 4 months and really no time to absorb any of it at all.
So what I really have is an ulcer. And a nervous breakdown, pending approval by my already shaky immune system.
And a business, complete with employees who have families to support, bills to pay, and projections to meet. Or not meet.
And it's not like it used to be, where I could just think, ok, so enough of this, I think I may just move to Mexico, or at least rent a tiny loft style apartment in Paris and learn to speak French flawlessly and be glamourous and beautiful and mysterious in my tiny but somehow very mod loft style apartment. And never deal with this again! Yea!
No, now I have to deal with these things, and I can't seem to escape even in my imagination.
I dreamed the other night that I was driving in some kind of car with no sides or roof, and when I looked up, I was about one second from rear-ending the semi truck in front of me at about 45 mph.
And I woke up and realized that it was true.
i meant to comment earlier, but forgot.
i understand your stress. truly.
being the boss is cool until you factor in the 24 hour stress/worry, the importance of your decisions, and just the overall pressure to succeed.
Posted by: regan | November 17, 2005 at 01:43 PM