I am not going to mince words. I have been in a funk lately and I believe in getting to the point. I have never been one for small-talk. (Unless you saw me in the elevator in New York, in which case I really was complaining about the weather.)
If you read my last post, you know I feel like I have been chasing my tail at the same time that I am sinking in my own self-created quicksand. This is not an easy task to wake up to each day. You know, if we insomniacs actually woke up.
On Friday afternoon, I took the first set up this mountain before me.
I got my hair done.
Some people may not understand that, but I am a woman and, like it or not, we are judged by our appearance. Mostly, it is done by ourselves when we look in the mirror.
Not getting sleep does nothing for my looks, my face is breaking out from the heat and humidity created by green beans, and the like, at my day-job and I have never weighed so much without the benefit of being pregnant.
So yeah, it was nice to do something to make myself look better.
Today, I quit writing for two friends’ websites. Actually, I quit writing for one friend’s website and the other one was lucky enough to have me quit before I started. I. Am. A. Great. Friend.
Not that I was doing more than two or three posts a month, but I realized I couldn’t even manage that. It is time for me to stop taking care of other people’s business before I take care of my own.
In addition, during the past week I have realized that I can’t stop blogging here. It is my very own Happy-Hands Club and it is what keeps me sane. I have always been a writer. I’ve just never called myself one.
Can you feel it? I am reclaiming my life.
Either that, or the highlights went right to my brain.