Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Lucy:
No! It’s self-care. You’re treating yourself. Like a mini-retreat!
I glance down at my to-do list.
I glance at the pile of forms on my kitchen table.
I glance at the bottle of wine I forgot to open last night because I passed out fully clothed at 8:30 p.m. Which reminds me: I have to finish doing my laundry!
My phone dings again.
Lucy:
You would be working—but at least you’d be on the lake.
Lucy:
You deserve this. Seriously.
I hesitate. Then pull up the reservation site.
And what do you know? There’s a cancellation. This weekend, Friday through Sunday. Quaint cottage with a screened-in porch, fireplace, and—my favorite part—a hammock. What? I’m going to sit in that hammock, sway like I don’t have a care in the world even though I have a million problems. Relaxing won’t be one.
Before I can second-guess myself, I book it and text Lucy: Booked the cottage. You’re a terrible influence. Never stop.
I’m going full cottagecore.
I guess there’s only one thing left to do: Pack. Snacks. Sweaters. Bug spray.
And maybe I’ll pack a little less anxiety. Because this weekend?
I’m not bringing my to-do list.
I’m bringing marshmallows and vibes, and I’m not wearing a swimsuit when I sunbathe on the pier.
Who even am I?