The relentlessness of the requests upon my life is seriously disturbing my ability to do what I need to do in order to get my head straight and start moving forward.

All is forward, yes, but more and more, I feel like I need to follow Ghandi’s lead and when someone says I’m too busy to have another hour to myself to meditate, I should say, “I must need two then.”

Of course, I’m not Ghandi. Nobody’s sponsoring my life and no one else is paying the bills.

All this extra better result in higher pay at least. At least then, not achieving my goals and not having time to focus on being a better person might not result in destitution.

Target: 400 words
Written: 733 words, novella: The Mungk