In which an author tries to wrestle with her introspective, anxious nature

The time is come, and I have my precious Mondays back.

my daydreaming might be maladaptive, but it gets stuff done.

In which my shiny new thing syndrome tries to swallow me whole.

January got me like

I got some amazing news last week.

Went to Iceland, loved it.

I’ve been working full-time by accident…

I’ve found a new way to procrastinate.