Whoa. So life has gotten way more busy than I anticipated it would, despite knowing the work hours of a full-time job. I think what makes it seem so busy is that I’m incapable of scheduling in any sort of “down time” for myself. Chalk it up to my mother arranging my after-school hours during childhood to be busy enough that I would never say “I’m bored.” I don’t like to leave an empty calendar. As a result, my before and after work hours and lined up with workouts, teaching piano, and other random time-consuming activities. That’s why at this precise moment I’m sitting in the parking lot of my yoga studio using sketchy free wi-fi to type up a post. I’ll take any second I can get to work on the blog. Because it’s not like my weekends can be useful either — between planning a wedding and doing yoga teacher training, my weekends are booked solid through the time I’m married. Only then will I have one “normal” unscheduled weekend. And it’s been that way for a couple of months. Let’s just say Monday mornings can be a bit rough.