Emails pile up, laundry basket full, eye bags continue to puff- darn it, something piles up regardless.
Blessings, worries . . .
At the end of the day it still is a battle.
Another birthday has passed. Another opportunity to set boundaries for myself and this, life.
Thanks for being with me and together let's continue to ride this vortex of stress.
Move over meltdown, surviving is still the name of my game.
Thank you to all those who remembered and for sparing a thought on my birthday.
This space will remain as our avenue of connection.