Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy.
Jan. 10th, 2009 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceitfiannaToday I was going to try and get to the library to talk to the children's librarian about storytelling since she tends to leave around one. I woke up this morning just scared, because I want this so much and worrying well what if she's not there. Also the rather disturbing dream about The Young Riders didn't really help.
I just told my father and there are times I want to yell at him saying well that's too bad and giving me a look of expected better really doesn't help. I'm going to talk to her just during the week, I feel so much like myself when I tell stories and it makes me happy and I might even get paid slightly, I'm allowed to freak out a bit. I think I might need to go out and just get out of the house before I tie myself into more knots about how clearly I failed since I didn't go this morning.
And I must pimp the Fifteen Minute Festival, its made me smile and I'm trying to pass those smiles on. Right deep breath, things will work out somehow.
I just told my father and there are times I want to yell at him saying well that's too bad and giving me a look of expected better really doesn't help. I'm going to talk to her just during the week, I feel so much like myself when I tell stories and it makes me happy and I might even get paid slightly, I'm allowed to freak out a bit. I think I might need to go out and just get out of the house before I tie myself into more knots about how clearly I failed since I didn't go this morning.
And I must pimp the Fifteen Minute Festival, its made me smile and I'm trying to pass those smiles on. Right deep breath, things will work out somehow.
