Adulting is a scam. The last 2+ years have been strange, to say the least. The last 6 weeks have been like riding a non-stop anxiety-inducing roller coaster just one swoosh away from a panic attack. Travelling, checking things off the list, smiling through the shocks, severing certain connections, and repairing the ones worth saving.
*Ambition* forces me to never stop but is it that or the knowledge that I have to do it or it will not get done? I am positive, I am grateful, and I am focused. I could never tell them that my exhaustion is not just from jetlag but from not being unable to βstopβ. Please Adult Responsibly.
