I feel like I’m in high school or uni all over again. Full-time work and full-time worry makes me a stressy stressy lady.
I’m a week away from three weeks off and I feel like this should be the home stretch, but it feels like a loooong stretch of home stretch. Like that final semester of university when everything seems 6 times harder. Or the quarter of a quarter tank of petrol you have left when you’re 4 traffic lights from home.
And then I ate two chicken sticks and a packet of noodles for dinner. But that’s Future Me’s problem. And I’m hoping it’s a distant Future Me.