Whirlwinding.

This month is taking it out of me.

I'm not sure if it's my foggy mind caused by the prolonged exhaustion with no end in sight, or the simple way life can relentlessly add one more stresser the moment you start to adjust to the last.

The "thread hanging" feeling has lingered for much longer than my comfort allows and I am ready to collapse in a pile. I'm ready for some constance. Some sturdy. Rest.

One day I might look back on this year to see a time in which I was growing, learning, loving... One day I might wish I'd have savored these days more. So.

Dear future me,
I'm savoring them. Each little giggle and goofy smile. Each knowing kiss and hug. I am.