Yesterday Tookie had an appointment for all of those shots you need before they let you start school so Fred took the day off to take her. He usually does take a vacation day on shot day so he can keep a close eye on his baby who was injected with the same stuff that altered the life of one of his sisters. Plus I am no longer allowed into the doctor's office on these days because on shot days, I have apparently been know to cry hard, cause a scene and make mean accusations to the doctors and nurses that I normally love.

So....since he was home for a while, I decided to keep this whole i can afford to spa and other fru-fru things like that image up and met a friend for an overpriced, very yummy designer coffee.

As usual when girls get together, we talk about all the stuff that our husbands don't want to talk about, specifically ourselves, our cycles, our hang-ups and all sorts of random things that we have in common, and as women, are able to somehow weave all together and come up with our own psychological evaluations as to why we are the way we are. most of the time it is someone else's fault.

But sometimes it's our own fault. My friend has a passion that she has often thought about turning into a part-time business. But because of both her fear of success and her fear of failure, she has kept it all to herself. We chatted through things and I told her that this is really her thing. she can make it happen if she wants to and whether she succeeds or fails at it as a business.....it does not change the fact that it is still her passion. A part of who she is.

then i went home and took my own advice

I've had a pitch letter and several clips of the work I've done ready to mail to a publishing company that specializes in the library market for children. But for some reason, maybe my fear of failure/success, I have had it sitting on a shelf just waiting patiently for an envelope and a stamp. I cleaned it up and am taking it to the post office today.

I also have a children's book written that I have shared with nobody. In the next week, I am going to type it up and send it out to various publishing companies that I think this particular book would fit in well with.

And who cares if nobody publishes it. It won't change the fact that writing is still my passion. A part of who I am.

i should be a shrink.