I am writing this to the sound of the washing machine on repeat.

I am writing with my second cup of coffee beside my computer (instead of tea!) and dark circles under my eyes so desperately in need of trip to MAC for new concealer.

I am writing this with a double sided to-do list. With a messy car that looks like someone has been living in it (I almost have), tense shoulders from a car accident two months ago (it shouldn’t still be hurting), and swollen feet from running last minute Christmas preparations (’tis the season).

I am writing this because I’ve had more coffee this past week than I probably have in my whole life.

Because I finally mailed my Christmas cards.

Because life’s not perfect; it’s real.  

But in the midst of it all, feeling overwhelmed or not good enough in the rush rush rush of Christmas, I am writing this to stop and remind myself to JUST BREATHE.

Just breathe.