Fresh when it gets here from
Julie Barrett
Monday, April 2, 2012
It's time to attempt to disconnect and decompress. Again.
Last night was another toss-and-turn session, filled with anxiety about unfinished projects. Things I had control over, things I didn't. The same old drill. Sunday nights have always been bad for me, but last night was a doozy.
I had a mini-meltdown with someone this morning. I may have come across too strong, but what I said needed to be said. It also made me realize that I've been at the computer, plugging away, for way too long. As if the brace on one arm isn't enough of a clue. ;-)
It's time to step back and do some things for me. It crossed my mind this morning that I can't remember the last time I walked into a salon to get my hair done. It's certainly been at least two years, if not longer. It's not that I get my hair done all that often, but it's just one of those little things that's piled up. I look like crap, and I feel like shit on toast. (Not that I personally know what shit on toast must feel like, but I can imagine what it looks like, and that's enough.)
Of course, every time I say that, something comes up. And I do have a couple of things I've promised to people, and I will work on those.
I need some rest. And maybe I'll even get my hair done.