I’m a little stressed about school and life in general. Make that a lot. But when I look back on February, I’m proud of myself. Somehow, I survived. I even read and wrote every day during a short but insane month.
Recently, I’ve felt at peace while reading stories. Thank goodness books exist.
Because some days didn’t work out exactly the way I envisioned, I haven’t been as productive as I planned to be. Which explains why there’s a lot I need to do in March.
I bite off more than I can chew. Even though I don’t have to, I load my plate full.
Yes, I realize I have high expectations and a crazy imagination. Sometimes they work in tandem. Other times, I feel like my world is falling apart.
I’m doing my best. I know I say that all the time. I’m still a broken record. No surprise there.
Unfortunately, I feel like my best isn’t good enough, like I’ll never be enough.
But if I can get through this, I can get through anything.
Even though telling my story isn’t easy, I intend to stay strong. More than anything, I’d like to live on my own terms going forward.