Who knew Whataburger breakfast could be so therapeutic?
Oh hey. It’s me. Well, it's happening. School is days away, and I'm currently searching for therapist recommendations. I didn't realize how much I'd struggle with sending my son to school, but here we are!
On a lighter note, I went to a weeknight concert and, surprisingly, stayed until the last song. On the way home, I even stopped for that familiar 11:00 P.M. Whataburger breakfast menu; honestly, it was a bit therapeutic.

Meanwhile, my 20 to-do lists are sitting there, untouched, threatening a fun little breakdown at any moment. Silencing the part of me obsessed with these lists feels impossible, but I’m working on it because life is so much better without the constant worry of not doing enough. It’s not that serious. 🥹 🫶