I feel like I’m sprinting through my days lately. I make a list (or three) every evening before leaving the office of the things I hope (or absolutely need) to accomplish the next day. In the morning I get straight to work. It’s only when my stomach begins to growl that I realize it’s lunch time. And then I blink and it’s the end of the day. How does this happen?
Since I’ve been working later than usual, I’ve been planning ahead a little more than I typically do. And then I pat myself on the back for taking such good care of myself — thanks Weekend Arikka for picking out my outfits for the week so I don’t have to struggle with what to wear in the morning and for cooking all the meals so that I don’t have to think about what to eat when I get home. You really know how to make a girl feel loved.
There’s good news though. Since the work days rush right past me, it never feels like I have to wait too long for the weekend to come.
Serious props to everyone who can juggle it all–and still manage to stay up past 9:30pm. It’s not easy trying to be a grown-up.
On that note, I’m going to bed.