In principle, exactly what I always feared happened. After years of (self-)isolation and processing certain things, people are practically banging down my door and I can hardly find time for things that are actually very important to me. I knew that this would happen… 😅
But I was also kind of prepared for it. Stupidly, it all goes hand in hand with one of those measures of time consumption that I’m hardly online for the good things anymore. It sucks. It really sucks. But in a good way (somehow).
I hate stress of any kind. But there’s good stress and really BS stress. Can’t wait for the dust to settle. But that’s the price you pay for having waited so long with certain things until they piled up into a mountain that you now take down a bit each day. À tout à l’heure, mes amis. US: Toodles! ;-)