The first month of 2019 is quickly coming to a close, and for some unfathomable reason, I’m a bigger mess of a person than usual.
Big yikes. But what do I mean by that? Well, in a very un-Shealea-like fashion (disclaimer: not an actual word!), I am currently without a prepared planner and without an official list of goals and resolutions. In fact, my 2018 planner still isn’t finished — and yes, just typing it into this blog post feels eerily like bringing dishonor to my family (and to my personal principles). But I digress.