Every once in a while, I reach a point where absolutely everything feels like too much. The laundry has developed its own zip code, my to-do list looks suspiciously like a full-time job, and I can’t remember the last time I finished a cup of coffee while it was still hot. Nothing is necessarily wrong, exactly. I’m just tired of feeling like I’m constantly trying to catch up with my own life. Maybe you know the feeling. You wake up already thinking about everything you need to do, spend the day moving from one responsibility to another, and collapse at…
