Sleepy-lope.That's me. I've been up late three days in a row, catching up on things that need catching up on. Last night I finished the cover for Nervy Girl (!) and worked on some holiday cards for a friend. Busy busy busy. Now I'm just tired. And it's a tired that coffee cannot solve. But why do I feel so guilty when I slow down? Why do I feel like I'm not doing enough to accomplish my goals if I don't work on it every free moment I have. That can't be healthy. I know that. But that's how I feel.
I know what I want for Christmas: time. Wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up Christmas morning and see your stocking all lumpy with time? Wow, I'd be thrilled.