I have been throwing myself into work all guns blazing.
I have also been saying yes to days out, meals out whatever life throws at me.
I feel like I am running on a treadmill and I have to keep running. If I start to slow down I'll fall straight off it and end up crying in a heap on the floor battered and bruised.
I don't feel like I have seen my friends in ages and I feel like unless I make some time for them I'm going to end up alone.
Yet there's always an extra shift to pick up.
An extra little pay check to go towards the credit card or the house deposit.
Yet my current house is in chaos
I keep on telling myself I'll take a break.
As soon as the holiday comes I'll rest. I won't work as much. I'll be kind to myself. I'll have more balance.
I still keep running on that treadmill.