Life keeps getting sadder and sadder. Almost to an unbelievable soap opera level. Instead of processing sadness, I keep blanking out. Getting spacier and spacier.
Is it a protective mechanism? A side effect of medications? My illness itself? A conglomeration of all of the above is certainly possible.
Well… f*ck. And that’s all I have to say about that.
In happier news, I got a hair straightening comb that is “ROCKING MY WORLD”. Read those last 3 words in the voice of a stereotypical 5th grade teacher that’s trying to sound HIP to the young ones.
I’m still paddling through the Babysitters Club mystery series. It’s been a woefully slow process reading even that. I can’t sit and think.
I have been eating retrospectively gross restaurant food when I should be saving my money. I have NO REASON to run from vegetarianism - or veganism, if I feel even braver. I previously stuck with vegetarianism a lot longer than I’ve stuck with… other things in life.
It all comes down to convenience. I don’t like preparing food - there, I said it. Blah.
”Whether you think you can or can’t, you’re probably right.” What an unusually profound Instagram caption I read under a FIT BABE the other day.
Step 1: Stop thinking and just DO THE NEXT RIGHT THING.
Step 2: Confidence will grow out of the follow through. Ill want to keep my goodness blooming.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Here’s to not overthinking. CLINKS GLASS.
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