I live on a rollercoaster, which never slows

I have two medium friends who keep me in check.

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One tells me the ugly, honest, sometimes harsh truth, and the other always inspires me. They both inspire me, really, lighting a fire under my behind. One in you need to hear this, and the other in a much gentler you need to listen to this.

Yet the yellow bits of jealousy always eat me alive. I know, I know, I go back and forth. I go up and down; one day, I feel inspired. The next day, I feel like a pile of jello trying not to melt as I sit in 40-degree weather.

Celsius, not Fahrenheit, since we, in the US, are the only ones who use a different metric for everything. So to say it gently, that is the weather satan enjoys.

Not me; I am not satan, even if some of my ex-boyfriends would put me in that category (oops).

I look again at my stats this month and hope it’s the summer slump; ramp up my writing, think of bigger, better, different, the same ideas, and what works and what doesn’t.

I will be honest I have no freaking clue what works and what doesn’t, except doing. So I do.

I plan to record for my slowly dying youtube channel that I am determined to bring back to life as I gradually give it CPR 3 times a week and pray to the gods to the…