A strange noise in the house!

There's that noise again. I think I mentioned it a week or so ago. I can't quite put my finger on what it is ... Oh! I know! It's the sound of blessed silence. Yes, Cole's off to school and I'm home alone. Really alone, this time. Even H's boyfriend had to leave early to take his grandma to the doctor or something. It's a little odd being in the house all by myself. There's usually always someone home with me. And yet ... Yes!

Okay ... I really am better after venting yesterday. Thank you for all the kind words. I think it comes down to the fact that I'm just in the wrong job for me. Yes, I'm fantabulously good at it, but it's not my passion. Here I go sounding like a broken record again ... Ever since I was a little girl I've wanted to write. I've wanted to make my living writing. I want to walk into a bookstore and see MY name on MY books on the shelves. The thing is, I'm never going to get there if I don't start writing on a more consistent basis. I need to do this. I need it for my own sanity. I have a feeling that staying at the bank is going to make me lose my marbles. And seriously ... I think 12 years is long enough. 12 long years. Yikes. That's a little depressing.

Once again I'm going to shake off yesterday's funk and work on being what I want to be when I want to be it. Which is now. I want to be great and I want it now. Okay?

Could somebody please explain to me why I'm totally addicted to magazines with Halloween stuff in them! Yes, I know that Halloween is my favorite holiday, but this is starting to get out of control. I'm even considering buying stuff for a Halloween party. I'm not having a Halloween party! Yet, I still want to buy all the stuff for one because it's so freaking awesome looking. I need help.