The fact that I pack so much into my life is a big plus for me. I truly want it all and sacrifice sleep and sanity to get it. However, something has to give. My house is a wreck, my body is not incredibly happy, my stress levels are all over the place, and my bank balance and driving licence are both in serious trouble. In short, I may have to admit that I've not entirely been on top of it all. Such is the nature of the reckless boy that didn't grow up.
Just like the flaps in my shirts that allow me to change shape from time to time without them getting too tight, so I have some room in my life set aside to deal with some of these things. The next few months will present my biggest challenge to date, and I'm excited and scared in equal measure.
Perhaps this is why I'm comfort eating again. Idiot!