Worst kind of whiner

This morning I had yet another crisis of conscience.

So I broke down, confessed all my selfish concerns and worries, instantly felt better and went out into the world ready to tackle all my perceived obstacles.

Then, while searching for lunch options at Fresh N Easy, it hit me.

What obstacles?

I’ve been offered or sought out opportunities with a wide range of projects – Ignite Phoenix, PodCampAZ, Gangplank, CenPhoCamp, YNPN, PHXDW, V3, Phoenix Comicon. I’ve started the Non-Traditional Book Club and writing group Residents of Birchwood Falls.

And no one has ever, EVER, told me no.

I am the worst kind of whiner. The kind for whom the grass is already greener but complains that no one is allowing me to enjoy it.

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