comparison

from steel garden

My next book, Please Don't Pick Me, will be out in a few weeks. I also have a novella under a pseudonym publishing soon. So much to get done. I need something or someone to kick me in the ass and force me to do it all, too.

I wasn't this person before the pandemic. I could juggle fifteen things and never drop one. I sat on two boards AS PRESIDENT. I created community events. I was an attentive mom, wife, daughter, friend… I was a lot of things. People marveled at my abilities. I marveled.

What to do when the person with whom you compare yourself is you? A former version that was able to leap tall buildings in a single bound?