It has been a crazy few weeks. I'm sure I've felt more stressed out at some point in my life (like when i was taking 30 credit-hours, planning a wedding long-distance, and freezing to death in Idaho), but if feels like this is the tops.
I've been working long hours, making endless house decisions, and trying to get our place done so we could move in before Thanksgiving because we will no longer have a bed at the in-laws.
Leaving me feeling bummed that taking time out to celebrate my birthday like i would like to is just not going to happen this year.
I even went so far as to beg Marcus to let me change my birthday to March 21st (first day of Spring and official day of the Unicorn) but he wouldn't budge. Apparently he thinks the day in which one enters the world is sort of a final and definite thing...Bah!
I can feel the stress lap over me in a fierce effort to drown out my carefree spirit.
And frankly, I hate it.
I know can't let it win, but I'm having a hard time fighting it when my hands are full of everything else.
Is this what adulthood looks like?
Perhaps it's just something I will grow into and learn to handle better.
Perhaps 23 is the age that you really do have to grow up and except that life isn't always smooth sailing.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, i just need to take a little time to count my blessings...
I'm also open to any of your suggestions.