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Sometimes when my plate is full, my mind just can't settle at the end of the day. At work, I'm wrapping up the magazine's May issue. I'm helping Ty remodel his bathroom and kitchen and redecorate the living room. And we're doing prep work for a weekend crawfish boil at his house — cleaning, yard work, etc.
There's always something to do. I get in bed and replay my to-do list in my head over and over until my eyes are wide open, and I'm in a panic thinking I'll never get it all done. While I'm physically exhausted, my mind tells me I need to keep going. I need to do. I'm feeling like Jesse Spano when she got hooked on caffeine pills because she had to sing ... and dance ... and make perfect grades ... and keep her wrestler boyfriend Slayter happy.
"I'm so excited ... I'm so excited ... I'm so, so scared." I feel you, girl.
This is the cost of being a perfectionist, but thank God my body knows better. Last night, I practically collapsed into my bed. I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in. Pure bliss. Just like Jesse, I'm learning — with the help of my own Zac Morris — that sometimes you can't do it all. Not everything can be perfect. Just give it your best and get a good night's sleep.