Conversation this morning after working on a paper for about 2 hours…
Me: My paper’s only 15 pages. It needs to be 20.
Husband: You just started. I can’t believe you have 15 pages already!
Me: I’m a rock star
Husband: You are a rock star
Me: Not really. I had a lot of outlining done already.
Reflections on this conversation:
1) Apparently I equate my ability to write a paper with being a rock star. Clearly different skills. A rock star I am not.
2) Words of affection are a direct way to my heart.
3) I’m looking for any reason to not continue working on this paper. So much so that I’m writing this silly blog post about the morning conversation.
Onward and upward. I’ve got to find five more pages somewhere.