My friend just wrote to me: "I'm so strapped for time for the next four weeks. I have to learn math, relearn some Spanish, work a job, and deal with a personal trainer."
I laughed out loud.
And then I stopped and thought to myself, "Wow, I balance so much shit and I deal with it so fucking well." Sure, I have the major break-down every now and then, but I keep those to myself. Or, I try to. Diana's in the room 24/7 though, so it's hard to have them without her seeing them.
Seriously, when I look at my calendar, every single day has three or more things written on it. Every. Single. Day. And yet I still manage to get at most five hours of s