The planner in me grows uneasy. I have no plans for the year.
I tried to break down my daily hours to get as much done as possible.
I refrained from my usual self after a friend advised me to not sign up for anything new.
She’s right. Life’s about to get very hectic.
I feel like I’m wasting time. I should be doing more. I could be doing more!
For now, I’ll live with this discomfort.
Discomfort means friction.
Friction means movement.
I hope I’m moving forward.