She Works Hard For No Money. So Hard For No Money. She Works Hard For No Money, So You'd Better Treat Her Right!

The end of an exhausting action packed weekend; I need a weekend from my weekend, or at least a good night's sleep.

I keep repeating to myself that its a good sort of stress, and I do feel wholly alive for throwing my energy, time , and resources into things I really care about rather than wasting them all on self deprication and mini dramas of my own devising. Although I may not sound it at 3am, I am happy to be this crazy busy and to have almost every moment of my life for the next month completely taken up by various projects and minutely scheduled in my overflowing iCal calendar program.

That is if I do not suffer an aneurism or spontaneously combust first; keep your fingers crossed.

I am learning these days that I am capable of far more than I ever thought myself to be and that I bring far more to the table in terms of my own personal input than I generally give myself credit for. It is a good feeling to be aware of my own worth and to challenge my preconceived notions of supposed limitations.

I am woman, hear me snore!
(at least at this ungodly hour with work at the stupid day job looming in the all too near distance)