Work hard. Play hard.

I have to admit the last month has been difficult. My clients have been challenging. There have never been so many tantrums among professionals as I've seen over the last few weeks. And my volunteer work exploded when the guy in charge dumped everything and left the state about a month ago. Then throw in the three weekends I spent with my family to top off the chaos.

I've gone out less often and slept a little more. I'm exhausted. All I need now is a pillow, a nice bottle of wine and about three days of doing absolutely nothing.

The hardest part is what's going on in my own head though. Now that I passed that one year threshold of living on my own, I feel like I should have my emotional shit together now. All of that should be in the past now.

No more excuses.

Part of getting my shit together is being more choosy. I'm not going out just to go out nor am I hanging out with people just because they're there. Some people bring me down and others just aren't very nice at all. Some are simply assholes and bitches, so I don't hang out with them. And I'm not apologizing for that.

Time can never be replaced.

I've had some fun times over the last month with people I enjoy very much. Stayed out way too late and had one too many. But every minute and every sip has been worth it. Even after all of these months, I still have my moments. Nights like tonight when I just don't want to go out or see anyone. evening when I'd rather watch the black clouds blow across the bright full moon. Times I just need to breath and just be. I guess everyone does.

Love to the single girls,
Addison