I’ve been thinking a lot about the armfuls I’ve been carrying around lately. Marriage. Motherhood. Debt. Working. Staying Home. General Adulting. It’s insane how I can feel like I run around all day long like a chicken with its head cut off, but simultaneously feel like I never get anything actually accomplished. How does that even work? What glitch happens in the time-space continuum that makes this phenomenon possible?
Are you ready for an adventure? Because apparently, I am. I registered as a Lularoe Fashion Consultant and joined the queue the other day. Apparently, I am ready for an adventure, but I mostly just feel like I must have lost my damn mind.