Ever feel like if you could just get one more good night’s sleep, one more paycheck, one more cup of coffee, one more hour, you might be able to get your shit together?
Ever feel like if you could just get one more good night’s sleep, one more paycheck, one more cup of coffee, one more hour, you might be able to get your shit together?
As a matter of fact, I DO!!
if I could just get one more shot off…if…I just hunker down behind this belt rack…pop! there it is, I feel better now.
Uh, not really. I have no excuses and at this age, am pretty sure I never, ever will actually get my shit together.
I think the answer to this problem lies in redefining what having your shit together means.
It’s working for me, anyway.