Seriously, I got nothing.
Life is the same crazy ball of stress, worry, and awesome it has been for a month now. Things are looking better. My writing is kicking ass. My family is still stressing me out. I’ve decided to treat my stress and anxiety with beer. Mmm beer.
I flipped and and cried on the phone with Tina last night because I’m stressed and hormonal then I turned around and wrote more in one night than I did in four last week. I’ve begun part two of three on it. I still have a long way to go but it feels good.
I caught shit yesterday for being so “Pollyanna.” Here is the deal: I have to be. I have to try and look at the good things. I can’t tune out and shut down. I don’t have that option. I wish I did sometimes, but I don’t. Except for when I am at my very darkest moments, I love my life, or at least the potential of life itself. Life is a fight. Every freaking second of it sometimes is a battle. You have to make your decisions what you are battling for.
I decided to battle to take advantage of my chance to live my dream. I floated a lot in my life. I shut down a lot. I don’t regret it. I did a lot of growing up and learning how to cope.
I don’t know where I was going with that. I worked until 7 am this morning, and I’m still a bit discombobulated.
Why is this sweet baby NOT MINE?
I miss my Viking. Life is busy for both of us.
So something only I would find funny:
Today I found a large box of condoms discarded amongst the tampon boxes. Someone’s night obviously was not going how they planned.
Geeks a Geeking