Somewhat unproductive

I know I shouldn't hold myself to some sort of Superman bar of expectation when it comes to accomplishing parts of my aforementioned list.

But I'm beginning to unravel a little bit here and there.
I feel like my edges are fraying and I hate to be in a state anywhere shy of perfectly put together.

Carrie had to talk me down from a frantic ledge earlier in the evening as I professed my mounting concerns.

"It's going to be fine," she said without a hint a patronizing. "You just need to breathe. Breathe and think about how much less expectation there will be for you when you're finally in a city that is new to you in every way."

She's so damn brilliant.