Resolved
The problem I mentioned earlier is resolved. I canceled my registration for photography class. It came down to putting my kids first, and being a total scaredy-cat about walking home by myself late at night. A part of me still thinks taking the class is one of the ways I put on my own oxygen mask first. On the other hand, if it’s as much fun as writing class, I’ll end up being even more frustrated that I can’t devote time to it.
Before I went back to work in 2008, I predicted this would happen. I wrote (not here) that I feared becoming bitter and resentful and overwhelmed. Yep. Here we are.
I know bailing on the class is the right thing to do. It’s just another of those times when being a grown-up sucks big hairy donkey balls. (I’ll bet saying that won’t get me nearly as many comments as mentioning my son’s penis!)
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