I confess: I definitely have more to write about than I have time or energy to write, but I 100% don't regret not taking out my computer. I have so much to write about that I'm always going to feel like I'm behind, so taking a week
I confess: Today is my birthday and while I'm usually really excited about my birthday, I'm just not sure how I feel about turning 36. Ugh, I'm closer to 40 than 30, but I feel like I'm in my 20's. It's just all so weird.
I confess: It's because I want to have another baby and this stupid infertility paired with that fucking ticking clock that let's me know my reproductive years are limited plus a husband that won't consider another kid unless certain bull-shit criteria are met - MY TIME IS LIMITED AND I'M STARTING TO FREAK OUT.
I confess: Sometimes I think my ADD makes me think I work really hard, but I'm actually just spinning my wheels. Like, I feel busy all day and I'm exhausted, but I haven't really accomplished much. I feel like I should have something to show for all my hard work, but instead of putting in a lot of hard work on one thing, I've really only put moderate work into lots of things getting me nowhere.
I confess: Or maybe I'm just lazy? Still trying to figure that one out.
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