To the Boss:
Anyway, I’m really getting burned-out from all the singing. For most my life, I’ve been taking the back-seat as a spectator and NOT as a participant. I’ve been mostly a private person. And now I was invited to sing loud and strong in public! OMG! Y’all don’t know the weird feeling of pushing aside fear and then crashing VERY hard from all the excitement. It’s too much for me!
I’ve been crying a lot lately as a result. And now I can’t seem to leave your Mom’s group for fear that she might get a nervous breakdown from “abandonment”. It seems that a cantor was too sick to perform this weekend. That’s bad coming from the mother. So I really don’t like to be part of lying either. Escaping is NOT the answer to dedication.
Now Evil Kitty will curl up into a nice fuzz-ball and die a slow death of despair and desolation. Pray for Evil Kitty that she will wake up happy and bright. Goodnight! (I rhymed again!)
Thanks,
Flynn…
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