Okay, okay, I know, I’m getting pretty bad at this blogging
thing. I could blame the holidays, but it’s honestly a bit more than that. It’s
a whole lack of motivation/feeling overwhelmed/sweating the small stuff/not
feeling like I have enough time to do anything
thing that I have going on right now.
Not a terribly fun opener to this post, I suppose, and I
don’t intend for this to sound whiny, but yeah. I’ve been feeling pretty stressed
out lately. Like, anxiety-knot-in-my-chest stressed out. The crazy part about
that is that I really don’t have much to feel overwhelmed about. I don’t have
kids, I don’t own a house, and I’m not in school… I really just work and go
home and I still feel like I don’t
have enough hours in the day. It’s probably silly, I know. But by the time I
make dinner, do my laundry, buy groceries, run errands, read up on the latest
in pop culture news, watch my beloved tv shows, tend to my dying garden, and
hang out with that crazy cool boyfriend of mine, I’m exhausted and feel like I
haven’t accomplished anything.
