I know I should be zen, relaxed, and less controlling (especially on the weekend) – but I only have 2880 minutes this weekend to see old friends, make new memories, and do lots of school work (so I don’t become a mess like last time).
I think I overcommitted, but I think I’ll be okay. I thrive at being under pressure. I’ll be okay… everything will be fine. Right?
Do you ever have these days where it seems like your stretching yourself thin?