The one where I might admit I was wrong...
TL;DR at the end. However, I actually admit I can be wrong in the following, so you know, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime event. You’re probably better off reading the whole thing, because you’ll never see me admit it again. If you're me, when one friend tells you that you’re overdoing it, you ignore them. When two tell you, you roll your eyes. When three, from three different friend groups, all tell you the same thing? Well, I sigh and continue ignoring them. As you can probably tell, over the last week or so three different people from different friendship circles have accused me of trying to run before I could walk, have said that they have noticed that I'm more tired than I should be, that they are worried I'm not giving my body a chance to heal. And as you can probably tell, I've ignored them... Then, this morning, I couldn't find my hair scrunchie. It had been on my wrist, but now it was nowhere. Not on the floor. Not on my wrist. Not on my bed. I even checked under...