I have zero margin into my life -- even without a job to factor in. I'm exhausted from trying to be everything I'm supposed to be and am told that I'm failing miserably at just about everything. So I quit.
I'm done with pleasing others. I'm done with phone calls and expectations.
I'm going to spend the next 7 days playing with the pups and figuring out what I'm going to pack. I'm going to sit by a pool and eat some potato chips.
Every single sentence I've written contains the problem -- "I." It's not about me. Come, Lord, draw me closer to You and Your will. "I" quit.
