To be honest, I don't know what my temperament is suited for, and that's the pathetic thing for a forty-one year old woman to say. But I never got a chance to figure it out for myself. Maybe, if things had been different, I would have become a nurse like my sister, an artist, a musician, a butcher, a candlestick maker. I don't know. I never had a chance to decide. The Boarderline makes all the decisions.
But still, I keep going. Doing everything I can think of. Step one, step two, step three. Check, check, check. The problem is that I never quite make it to the last step.
How can I make a life plan. I'm going to have to ask the Boarderline what it wants right now
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