Tomorrow I start a 15 day sprint in which I challenge myself to be unbelievably focused for a short burst of time. I’m excited and nervous. Today was a waiting game. I felt overwhelmed but I didn’t know why. Which was an awfully strange sensation when it rubbed against the waiting. Friction, I guess, is necessary sometimes. I think, in it’s own way, it is still a good thing.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.