“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Today I Stressed Out.
We're moving. It's official. We're staying in our current town, but still. We're moving. Packing. Squeezing tons of stuff into an even smaller space. **hyperventilating** I hate packing. My house is a wreck because I can't decide what to keep and what to get rid of. I can't decide if I should have a garage sale or list the big stuff on craiglist or just give it all to the local thrift store. Oh, and when I get stressed, my face grows zits. Nice. Like being all anxious and tense isn't bad enough! I don't know about you, but I am not a very clear thinker nor am super productive when I get stressed out. See how this could be a vicious cycle? Somthing's gotta give.
See that dazed, spaced-out look? That's me at the present moment!
(yes, that is a pile of diaper inserts piled sky-high behind me. thanks for asking.)