I feel as though I might have too many balls in the air and it's going to be spectacularly horrible when they all come crashing down.
Because I have that innate sunny optimism, of course. (Because why can't I just believe I'm going to manage amazingly? No idea.)
Of course, hubby says I worry too much. I tell him it's my super power.
Regardless, we've left behind the lazier days of summer and full-on busy-ness has taken over.
It feels appropriate to simply add: may the odds be ever in your favor.
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