Happiest at My Busiest
Isn’t it absurd when people take on the world then vent about how there’s too much on their plate? I, personally, load up my life because I’m at my happiest when I’m at my busiest. A Liz with nothing to do is a truly awful Liz. Last week, with all its self-imposed responsibilities, was the pinnacle of greatness. Life has been full in the best of ways, but things like folding my jeans after I take them off or maintaining…