When you get work calls starting at 6am, the rest of the day is bound to be a blur. Yes, indeed. One thought runs into another. One meeting collides with another. One text too many comes from all directions. And, don’t even think about potty break. Also, forget about wearing matching socks. I don’t think I even try anymore.

Got to write a post-it note to remember to breathe. Need a sticky note to remember what the emotion of the day is supposed to be. Is it a debbie-downer day? Is it a cheerleading day? Got to check and re-check my notes.

A blur. Nothing concrete. Everything super fast. What’s a tired girl to do? Move on…