A log jam of words in my head. I'm convinced it's the cause of this migraine, the first in almost 8 years. I suppose hormones are a better explanation, although less poetic.
My plate overflows and spills to the floor. Filled with responsibilities and desires. I'm so bad at saying no, so passionate about all I say yes to.
There is only one me.
Only 24 hours in one day.
Only 1 day where he is 8 months and 24 days. When she is 2.75 years.
Tough decisions to be made and sometimes that means we have to say no to good things.
It's harder to say no to good things.