I once heard if you list stresses, they become LESS POWERFUL. At least that's what I think it said in the Self-Help book I got from the library that has collected dust somewhere by my bed and is now easily three years over due.
STRESSES:
1) That my library books are so overdue that the police will come to my house and take me away. They will see that my place is a disorganized disaster, call a camera crew and I will featured "The Montel Williams Show" (Dr. Phil passed). When Old Bad Boyfriend sees me at wedding, it will not matter how thin and beautiful I look. All he will see is a girl who lives among thousands of old "IN STYLE MAGAZINES" and piles of shoes I can't give away BECAUSE WHITE BOOTS WITH FRINGE ON THE BACK might make a come back.
2) That I will not get this JOB that I really want
3) That I will get this JOB that I really want and not have eight hours a day to be on the elliptical. (Eight hours is minimum of what it's going to take to REVERSE what two years of INACTIVITY, donuts for lunch and wine for dinner has done to my body.) Is there a treadmill you can be strapped to in your sleep? That moves your legs while you're in a PASSED OUT STATE OF SLUMBER?
4) Must invent TREADMILL THAT YOU CAN BE STRAPPED TO IN SLEEP.
5) That I will not invent Treadmill that you can be strapped to while you sleep and when Old Bad Boyfriend sees me, not only will I most resemble what looks like a Morbidly Obese Manatee with a Chub Rub flipper but I will not be a successful inventor of said Treadmill.
6) That actually naming all my STRESSES has in fact made me EIGHT THOUSAND MORE TIMES STRESSED and 10:30am seems completely an inappropriate time for a GLASS OF CALM-DOWN WINE.
Oh, wait, there's mimosas. They have vitamin C and make you feel better.
4 comments:
girl, i feel your pain. the strike is killing me with boredom and since i'm bored i'm getting fatter by the minute. it is a beautiful day and i'm strapping on my tennies to hit the pavement and work on a little cardio. i have my playlist made and when i get back from my walk, i will have a cocktail. vodka and cranberry of course. it's practically calorie free and good for your kidneys... I think.
Some people are meant to write, and some are not. You, my dear, most certainly were. Checking in with you always gives me a chuckle, especially when your thoughts sound so familiar to my own.
Mimosas were made for the difficult morning. So was the martini lunch.
Your blog is so great! And so relatable.
Yay, a new blog for me to read! I love your honesty :)
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