I’m a hustler. I get up before the crack of dawn. I can run with the best of them. Give me a goal and I’ll blow it out of the water.
But give me my son, asking me to help him with a creative school project. Give me a Friday night movie with my fam on the couch. Give me ball games, a Saturday in the muddy creek with the boys, dinner with friends, snow skiing, summer in the mountains, time at the lake, a trip to the beach… and you’ll think this girl is a sloth. I can laugh for days and sleep until noon. I can’t get anything done.
It’s like a switch flips.
You can have Hustler Crystal or Vacation Crystal. You have to choose one. It’s almost impossible for those two girls to co-exist. (I’ve spent many hours of therapy around learning to …