I woke up this morning in a foul mood.
Scratch that. I woke up this morning in a fine mood, and then I rolled over and checked my email. A critical email from an editor promptly put me in a bad mood (reason number 836 why I shouldn’t be checking my email in bed.)
As I lay in bed waiting for the sun to finish rising, one email spiraled into a parade of my favorite self doubts and insecurities marching across my mind. Before the first child could ask for breakfast, I had decided I sucked at my job, hated my life, and would never have the time or breathing room I needed to make things right again.
I should mention here that I have been traveling full time with my husband and two kids for the past ten months. We’ve never gone hungry and the only work I’ve had to do for the past year has involved writing, which I adore. Also, I may be flying to the Caribbean in a couple weeks for a quick trip to check out a luxury resort - for work. In other words, I love my life and my job and I have more breathing room than most people can even fantasize about. But early mornings are no place for logic, clearly.
At any rate, by the time I opened the laptop to begin work, it seemed my temperament for the day was firmly set to ‘not good’.
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