I am a mess.
I am tired. I made homemade frosting tonight. To say it got everywhere is an understatement. It flew, ironically on a roll of paper towels, expectedly all over my shirt, in the sink, on the trash can. I'm sure I'll find more places tomorrow. It's like spending time on the beach and finding sand for days.
My heart is all over the place. Trying to settle in and not settle down. This is an odd and enchanting life.
I should go to bed. I have an endless day in front of me tomorrow. My feet is tired. I'm half brain dead. And if I don't sleep soon, I'll probably come down with a bad case of tourette's.
My life is a mess. But, it's going to be ok.
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