It’s been a long week, kids.
And it’s a good thing I took Friday off because I am very near or possibly on the line of overstretching myself.
Sometimes I live on the edge like that.
Sometimes miscommunication happens. Stephanie and I are trying our hardest to meet up in this big city of mine, but it’s rough when there are 12 locations of a pizza place and both of you go to the wrong one. On the opposite ends of the city limits. We’re making attempt number 2 tonight for cocktails (which works out well- they’re sooooo necessary today). Logistics are harrrrddddd. :p
Sometimes I have no words. Like when a close friend is dealing with the passing of a loved one. And the only thing I can think to do is bake her something (f-ing typical, right?) or stock her freezer with Lean Cuisines. Basically, I seem to want to feed her into feeling better. We both possess the knack of awkward jokes at awkward times, but I still would rather have something a little more eloquent to express my sympathies and love than a crack made in poor taste.
Sometimes I just can’t sleep. The guy I’m going out with tomorrow night jokes its because I’m just really excited about our date, but I don’t think he realizes there’s a little bit of truth to that one. Not so much excitement (although I should stress I AM excited), but anxiety. I don’t really “do” the whole dating scene well and the last legit date I had included me purposely having myself overserved as the dude across the table from me discuss how he was celebrating Christmas by spreading his grandma’s ashes and all the funeral plans that were included. Hi… I literally just met you 20 minutes ago… and it’s the holidays…
As you can see, that one scared me out of the dating scene for a while (read “Christmas”).
Sometimes I don’t manage time well. As in, my friend is coming in Friday and my house is so not ready for her. Cleaning… laundry… how did I not remember to schedule that in? Alas, another reason why Friday away from work is necessary.
Sometimes it just takes one thing to set you off. In today’s case, it was my hair. Specifically, the talent it possesses to be both a ball of frizz yet flat at the same time. We’re predicting rain. It’s probably not healthy to channel all my anxiety/anger/issues into a bad hair day. Something I’ll know to work on in the future.
No worries, I swear the mood I’m in is fleeting. Really. I’m already substantially better than I was when the hair incident happened.
I’ve got a run scheduled over lunch with my running buddy that is already calming me down. As is the excitement to meet up with Stephanie for a drink (fingers crossed!). Hopefully soon I’ll be good as new!
So… until I get a full grip on this week, I’m just going to continue to keep on keepin’ on and managing everything the best I can.