I am suffering from a serious time deficit. I’m trying to keep my cool and keep pressing on, I know it won’t last forever, but it’s really weighing on me. The stress is making me irritable and reactive and nobody likes a grumpy bunny. I have a lot of responsibilities and not a lot of help at the moment which means very few windows for self-care and things that fill me up, it’s been hard to keep it all together. I have to choose every day which things I can let go of, which things just won’t get crossed off the list (again) and every night I breathe deep and remind myself “All in good time.”
wehadfacesthen: Jean Harlow in Dinner at Eight (George Cukor, 1933)
You know it, when you’re his girl.