The days are swallowing me whole again, I am not complaining about it. Although sometimes, I feel like maybe I am spreading myself too thin with the things that I am doing/plan to do. But these days, I welcome every bit of activity that comes with this busy-ness.
I feel like the days are moving too soon too fast but if I stop--even just for a minute-- to digest the fact that September will come, I might start bawling out.
Dear universe, give me something to do. Life wouldn't come too soon.