The Final Week
Every year I’ve done a recap of the year before. It just feels like something you are *supposed* to do at the end of the year – reflect. I reflect a lot, and I have…
Every year I’ve done a recap of the year before. It just feels like something you are *supposed* to do at the end of the year – reflect. I reflect a lot, and I have…
It’s been a week. A weird fucking week and frankly one that I am grateful is almost over. Almost doesn’t count though so I have to power through because even if now is the only…
Time. I think about it, in lots of ways frequently. There was an event today. I do a lot of those as the Daddy person has mentioned twice this week. This one was by the…
I had a conversation last night that sent my anxiety on tilt. This was after having the girl crush shout me out. This was before my body refusing to rest before midnight arrived and I…
I’m a month out from removing the uterus and in seven days I will we on my final weekend before returning to the j o b. I’m not super excited about returning other than the…