Unpacking the “Day Job”

When I have nothing but time for more than six months or so, my depression soars. My anxiety about money is through the roof. And the pressure to make something out of each day, when all I’m really doing is writing little words on my little Word Doc, words that people may never see and I may never get paid for—all while convincing myself, in the se

I have to remind myself that I’m not a quitter, per se, I’ve just decided to play a different game, a game that’s more interesting and challenging to me at this point in my life.