Energy reserves at 12%

Sarah’s birthday dinner is in an hour and I’m sitting here staring at my closet like it personally wronged me.

Energy reserves at 12%

Three days of workshop prep, two client sessions, and exactly zero decent sleep has left me running on fumes and stubbornness.

Jake keeps asking if I want to reschedule but Sarah only turns 31 once, and honestly after all the planning Carmen and I put into this celebration, I’m not backing out now. Plus I already promised to bring the homemade salsa that took me two hours to perfect yesterday.

The boots are going on. This is happening.

The boots are going on, which means I’m committed. Sometimes you just have to fake it till you make it through dinner, right? At least the restaurant has good lighting and stronger coffee than what’s left in our pot.