So, another week has come to a close.
The book is still in layout, which is frustrating. It’s only been two weeks, but waiting seems to ramp up my anxiety. I become obsessive and start checking the site 5 times a day. The worst part is, I know that today is the EARLIEST the book will be done, so there has not even been any point to checking until now.
I have started giving out some presents to people who have helped me out during this process. I made up some copies of the cover, signed them, and then had them framed. I hope people like them.
I also discovered something new this week. I know that I don’t do well in new places, but apparently I also don’t do well in new areas of places that I am familiar with. I went to the gym on Wednesday, as I usually do. The arm curl machine was busted so I decided to use the free weights. Boy did I feel exposed.
I also has someone tell me this week that they wished they could be off work like me. No, no you don’t. Believe me. I would not wish post-traumatic stress on my worst enemy. To feel like this, all day, every day is the worst. I don’t even get to feel safe in my own home.