me: I will do things when I am less tired
me: *never becomes less tired*
me: oh no
time is slippery these days. i keep waking up surprised by the date - that late? i haven’t gotten used to the summer weather yet. i am holding my breath. i am hoping nobody notices i am scrambling. i am hoping it looks easy, an effortless plunge. i am so worried about not having time that i spend a lot of time frozen, trapped in indecision. if i never start anything, i can never really be behind in it, either.
i tell others - i just bit off more than i can chew.
i was raised: that’s not an excuse. life handed me a wicker basket of spined and rotting goods and told me - here’s too much to handle. others will just expect it out of you. now stop crying and get ready to chew.
