My first actual long weekend

I left my second job last week...

For reasons other than the obvious heart break I have been going through. So now I am sitting here, alone and wondering what I should be doing. I'm not used to having 3 days to myself with no priorities other than to make sure that my brothers dogs get fed.

It's a weird feeling...for a planner not to have a plan.

I rented a few movies to try to get me through the weekend, and there was a rocky marathon on last night...I've also re-started the cross stitch I was doing for my niece, hopefully I will get it done before she is a year old.

So I do all this and then it hits me, something my best friend said to me, while I was defending A and she was reading my unusually depressing blogs about the love of my life walking away.

"What are you doing, Stiletto, you are such a talented writer, why aren't you finishing your books?"

I laughed it off as they are fairy tales and I'm just not in the mood to write romance with my heart being shattered into a million pieces....But I'm sitting here and actually thinking about it... why am I not writing? Other than the obvious fear of failure, what is stopping me? So I think I am going to start again, who knows maybe I will end up writing an epic love story that plays out in real life.

So that is my plan of concentration, because if I concentrate on wondering if A and I will somehow get back together any longer, I may scream, I guess I will just have to wait that part out.

Until next time,
Stiletto