Between grad classes three nights a week and the part-time job on weekends, I haven’t had a full day off since the weather turned, and that’s exactly when this always gets worse for me.
Knitting is usually the thing that calms me down after a long day, but lately even 20 minutes in leaves my knuckles raw, so the one thing that helps is starting to cost me something too.
On top of that, three friends’ weddings are landing in the next 6 weeks, all clustered together somehow. I’m happy for them, I really am, but between gift money, outfits, and just looking presentable when my skin has other plans, I’m stretched thinner than I want to admit.
I keep telling myself it’s just a rough patch. It’s been a rough patch for a while now.