I feel worn out. I haven't done a lot to merit feeling this way. I think this feeling is more of a mental toll, then physical. Perhaps it is the air, the cold, the bite from the chill.
I feel like I can barely keep my eyes open.
The closing date is looming for the house Scott and I have bought together. I am beyond excited to have out first real home. Although the way my mind works, I am more overwhelmed at the thought of moving, of renovating. It takes way some of the joy, only because I stress more then I know I need too.
But it is who I am, this is how I work.
Christmas is almost here.
I can hardly believe it how fast this year has gone. Maybe that leads to some of this feeling. That I can't fathom how this whole year has passed. I turned 30 this year I am sure that lends itself to my moods, when they go a little off the path.
Despite it all.
I know I am so lucky.