A Whirlwind of Worry

There is a conflict between what I feel I should be doing and and I really want to do. Paralysis is the result. This has been the state of play for the past week, especially since Chloe went home. Now that I am not studying and my little baby, who is my life anchor, is not here, I am vulnerable to all kinds of conflicting worries. I need a job, no, I want to write, back and forth, like those anime monsters I'm watching now on Chrome Shelled Regios. I must refocus.