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Dec. 19th, 2013 03:07 pmToday is a hard day. Full of brain weasels. Hard to remind myself that I did nothing wrong except trust the wrong person for too long. Sitting with hindsight and the scales falling from my eyes is difficult right now. And also, trying to answer unanswerable questions.
Add to that fretting about the 5-year hole in my resume, even though technically there isn't a five-year hole in my resume as I've been (legitimately, with the bylines to prove it) freelancing all that time.
Like that.
But I got gumbo and lasagna and chili in the fridge, and people who love me and don't lie to me, and utterly delightful kids. And a Christmas tree. With sparkly lights.
Add to that fretting about the 5-year hole in my resume, even though technically there isn't a five-year hole in my resume as I've been (legitimately, with the bylines to prove it) freelancing all that time.
Like that.
But I got gumbo and lasagna and chili in the fridge, and people who love me and don't lie to me, and utterly delightful kids. And a Christmas tree. With sparkly lights.
