Jennifer was tired of saying...
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Jennifer was tired of saying no to that which she really wanted to do. But what choice did she have? With all the demands on her life, there was not time left to call her own. She was living her life according to other people's priorities at the expense of her own.
Being aware of that fact might well be the first step to correcting the situation. The problem was, she didn't know how to correct it. But she knew if she was ever going to be able to pursue her dreams, she was going to have to extradite herself from some of her current responsibilities; she could not accomplish both.
But what could she give up? Certainly not her full-time job. That's what paid the majority of the bills. She was also going to school on a part-time basis. That was, of course, a temporary situation --but the fact that she would graduate in a couple of years didn't help right now.
Then there was her husband and their children. All of them (probably the cat too) thought she didn't give them enough of her time now. If she were to tell them she was going to take one afternoon each weekend or one night each week to take up painting, or creative writing, or music lessons, they'd have fits.
But she was going to do something. Because she was being pulled in so many directions by so many demands, she was dying inside. She had too many masters, and she was learning to despise them all.
- Fannin
Being aware of that fact might well be the first step to correcting the situation. The problem was, she didn't know how to correct it. But she knew if she was ever going to be able to pursue her dreams, she was going to have to extradite herself from some of her current responsibilities; she could not accomplish both.
But what could she give up? Certainly not her full-time job. That's what paid the majority of the bills. She was also going to school on a part-time basis. That was, of course, a temporary situation --but the fact that she would graduate in a couple of years didn't help right now.
Then there was her husband and their children. All of them (probably the cat too) thought she didn't give them enough of her time now. If she were to tell them she was going to take one afternoon each weekend or one night each week to take up painting, or creative writing, or music lessons, they'd have fits.
But she was going to do something. Because she was being pulled in so many directions by so many demands, she was dying inside. She had too many masters, and she was learning to despise them all.
- Fannin
