Conversations with Chat-leen

65. too much, high key freaking out

it's time to pray to the lord. oh, excuse me, the LORD. no, but for real. i need all the prayers and strength i can get to muster up for this next week, the next two weeks actually.

starting with the next 5 days, i need to show up to my 9-5 orientation training week for the new job every day downtown. i need to write my essay drafts for each of my top 5 schools. i need to continue logging my meals and hitting the gym two more times this week. it must be done.

one step at a time. otherwise, it'll feel like the skyscrapers are crumbling and falling on top of me again. no, nay. i have my tea. my moonlight pear tea. i have my ocean mist candle from cvs. i have my mornings. i have my afternoons. i have my evenings. i just did a freaking 30 minute meal prep for my next 5 lunches.

if i'm Job, then this is a challenge of faith and trust and love and body and soul. it's a test to show up.