Why do I always feel like I’m in a constant state of contemplation – a constant state of unrest?
Constantly thinking, figuring, planning and re-planning.
It’s like my stupid basement.
It keeps flooding and things keep getting moldy. Once a month I have to move all the boxes off the pallets, unpack everything that’s down there, repack it all into dry boxes and dry totes, restack it onto the pallets and clean the furniture.
A leaky foundation and moldy boxes – that’s a metaphor for my life if I’ve ever heard one. lol
I consistently feel like I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing and it is so strange. I feel like everything about my life is just so.. complicated.
I’m a sole-custody parent, a single woman with no down time, and an entrepreneur considering a career change. I’m in love with B, sleeping with Plan B and casually dating The Lawyer. My life is royally fucked up yet simultaneously perfect at the moment.
I’d blog about it all but where would I start? And really, what is there to say?
I need an IRL #wineparty and a girls’ night gabfest, that’s what I need.
And for once, I need things to just be… uncomplicated. Maybe even simple.