I’ve been a broken record on stress. Its not a fun story, yet I keep retelling it. So I’m trying to yolo. (Do we still say “you only live once”?) Thursday night I went out for dinner with my aunt and uncle, and then took myself out for ice cream.
I strolled the neighborhood and listened to a podcast. Last week and this week I have had events scheduled each night. Its not my preferred setup. I like 2 events per week, class doesn’t count, but I need at least two nights free to stay organized.
I’m really starting to dream of the fall when I have completed my MBA. Until then, I’m doing what I can with what I have. And when I don’t have ice cream, I probably need to go for a walk and get some.