So yesterday I was in crisis. Again (they happen a lot, the curse of thinking too much). I’m not living my best life. I know that I’m not. Cause for panic, right? But here was the bigger question. What is living my best life? Like what does it actually look like? The nebulous (favorite word right now), vague idea of “not this” only incites panic and creates stress. It doesn’t make me proactive. Identifying the issue is step 1 and I hadn’t even finished that yet. So let’s get

I’m a chronic dropper. Samsung’s Gorilla Glass is the only reason I still have a phone or a tablet (you’d think they were slathered in butter with the way they slip out of my hands). But what I drop best are projects. Like super easy for me to do. Either some fresher idea comes along or I hit a point of frustration and find myself so far behind schedule that I just give up. My jogging plan lasted a full week and a half, my 2 NaNoWriMo winning novels are hanging out on my hard