Isaac's room is coming along, albeit with huge holding periods.
Every night that I've sat down to look at my calendar, I feel anxious. I feel like shutting down, like my calendar is too full. It's not though. It really is doable. I think I'm the weak link here. And that causes me anxiety.
Life is good. Quite good in fact. Yet sometimes I just feel like it's getting away from me.
And I'm starting sentences with 'and' and 'but' and I'm rambling. If this is what I allow to come out, just imagine what it's like inside my head.
P.S. Nea, I haven't forgotten that you want me to post. Sorry. I will. Soon. Hopefully.
1 comment:
no pressure! ;)
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