Tired. Stressed.

This single girl's exhausted.

There's enough work to keep me busy 24/7 for at least two weeks, and that assumes no new work. Pleasing clients is draining. By the time I read, research, write and talk all day, I need a break. A walk down to the pub or dinner out for some social relief. But I should keep working.

Then the night just doesn't end. We get to talking and it's one or two in the morning. Then car crashes happen  and we're getting to bed at five. But I still have to get up to work at a decent morning hour. Again. And jog (my other therapy besides writing this blog).

Sure, I could avoid much of the stress and exhaustion, but it's hard to say no to new work and especially to fun. No one wants to miss out. But I love sleep. Sleep is underrated. We should all get more sleep and take more vacations.

I still need that vacation so I can put my toes in the sand and sip umbrella drinks in my bikini before I get too pale and too stressed.

And we should have more sex. This is one of those times not being single would be nice. Someone would have a bottle of wine and simple dinner ready. Magic fingers on tense shoulders then carry me to bed and take over. Maybe surprise me with those vacation plan.

I'm still happy. Happier than I ever remember, and I would trade my life for anything (except for becoming independently wealthy and moving to Santorini). I'm grateful for friends who will listen to the rambling even though they're tired and stressed too.

Next I must write a news release about a brewery, so I think I need a beer while I write. But I think I'll go for a run first. Clear my head so I can work my ass off the rest of the day then do something nice for me later. Like we all need to do.

Love to the single girls,
Addison