After such amazing of being productive and losing weight and feeling attractive, I slipped into a slump and was lazy, gained five pounds, and can't even find reprieve from my gross self during the night due to waking myself up by smelling my own farts.
I am freaking out just a bit by how quickly time passes and what if I spend my whole life trying to put together a retirement plan only to end up shot to death by Oklahoma's new open carry law? I'm just a little on the neurotic side, one thing playing into the next until I see myself on the hamster wheel.
Yet there was a break this last week as I realized that I wanted to write again. And I had been ignoring my car maintenance, but was able to afford some repairs. And, come to find out, the car is in great shape. I slowly pull out and take a look at the things I had been ignoring. I am learning that this is better than remaining ignorant and powerless.
I'm trying to give myself a break is what I'm trying to learn to do. I'm trying to let go of my neurotic plans when they get to be too much and embrace them when I think they will help and when they make me happy. I am just trying to let myself be happy while also facing reality. It comes in waves, and I hope this wave will be a good one and that I will see many friends riding high, too.