Sunday, November 15, 2009

going solo

I want to believe that I always get what I want.

I want to believe it so that I'll have no reservations aiming high.

I wanted to work alone and I got it. Now I'm scared shitless.
That whole body sweat in the morning with my heart beating at a 100? It's not hot flashes, not my hot down blanket. I had to be told it's called an anxiety attack. I wake up every morning to an anxiety attack? Here I go... on my own, wish me luck.