Three friends are getting married this fall and somehow they all picked weekends that are basically on top of each other.
I said yes to every single one before I actually thought it through. Now I’m doing the math on gift money, a dress I don’t currently own, and the drive out to each venue after work.
My commute alone eats a chunk of the day each way. By the time I get home most nights I barely have it in me to water the garden, let alone figure out what I’m wearing to any of this.
The peppers are doing their thing but the tomato vines by the fence just gave up this week. Saw it on my way out the door and didn’t even have time to look closer, just kept walking.
I came into this whole mind-settling thing hoping to slow down a little. Lately it just feels like more keeps getting added instead of less.
Was sitting on the train tonight doing the math on how many weekends I have left before the weddings start, and how few of them have any garden time left in them either 🌱