She believed she could and she almost did, but then a pandemic hit and someone deemed her essential and asked her to do double the amount of work with the same amount of hours in a day and deal with everyone else's shit-losing at the same time, and someone else asked her to be the best version of herself while running on fumes, and she lost track of realistic expectations until she heard all the people talking, realized she wasn't alone, discovered a new flavor of seltzer water and decided that her best was enough.
Guys! So. Much. Shit. Happening.
I have spent the better part of the past 6 months in a constant state of overwhelmed. I have a lot to say that I'm going to get working on - but guys, the decision fatigue is real. It's a miracle if I can put my leg through my pants one leg at a time in the morning as I'm rushing out the door and remember that water exists and is a thing designed to keep me alive.
More to come.
**also, yes, I know the I meant to spell "Bare" the way I did. Keep your bitchy judgements to yourself if you can't take it for what it is.
