Not only me, no, Mr. Stauffer had long heard nothing from him. Now it definitely seems. My Christmas story in a book - including the portrait of me - release * proud *.
Now I had to provide photos. Photos of me and my home, photos of things that are important to me ... It was not easy. Photos post I certainly do not want, no, no, because they already have to buy the book when it appears in the fall (do not know which publisher which title or other details).
Right now I'm under pressure (I like the word "stress" is not). So my entries here have become less frequent. In addition, one communicate today via Facebook. What's more, that I felt no compelling need lately to write. I know, do write to process my thoughts. to master my life. At the moment I seem so without psychological support of the letter to create. Maybe it's because I was the first time a person in close proximity, whom I trust completely and unconditionally and is always there when I need him ...
This should now be a compliment. I am happy but a bit dependent, and that makes me a little scared and makes me sad is when I suddenly come over fears of loss. I am a stupid child. Has it always been.
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