Why I Can’t Even

I’ve been working too much. I feel like my brain is oatmeal at the end of the day. The only thing I have to really talk about is work, and all I have to say about it is that I’m stressed out, but managing. I feel isolated, but I don’t know how to fix that. I’m tired as hell of listening to my own bullshit.

The struggle that was all shiny new a year ago has become a daily grind, and while I wouldn’t trade it for anything, I seem to be having trouble being anyone but the owner/director of this dumb little empire.