I'm having a hard time coping with life.
There, I said it.
There's never enough hours in a day and never enough caffeine to keep me motivated when I want to be motivated and yet still be able to to sleep a full night's sleep and not be a zombie.
I'm trying to be easy and breezy, but I'm not easy and breezy. I'm more crabby and bitchy. Trying to be easy and breezy just makes me be more crabby and bitchy. The pressure, argh.
So, what does this mean? Fuck if I know. I feel like something needs to give but I have no clue what that would be. I don't want to give everything up (national anthem of today's woman, I swear) but I can't possibly imagine continuing to remotely cope with the pressure I put on myself.
So, where's the line? Where's the point where I decide I'm going to let something go and be okay with that? At what point am I actually going to achieve s l o w i n g down, which I've been working towards achieving for years?