I wrote myself a letter from myself on December 31, 2016. Actually, I wrote from me in December 2017 for me in December 2016, but you understand.
Have you ever woken up in the middle of something horrifying?
“Ah, it’s all good. You can do it all.” I’m sorry, what? Usually this is when I expect a lecture that begins with something like “you can’t have your cake and eat it too” and ends with, “well, something’s gotta give, girl, you crazy.”
Have you ever noticed that the pressure to relax when you have time off is even more than the pressure to perform well when you’re on the clock? I’ll admit I’ve never been particularly good at relaxing — I’m not so much a workaholic as I am a busy bee — but lately I managed […]