Let’s not get too out of control.
I was planning on doing a five.good.things post this morning, but I just can’t drum up five authentic things I’m psyched about.
And I didn’t want to be a liar.
Yesterday was a pretty chaotic, tear.out.your.hair kind of day in my bitty cubicle.
I have a friend who thinks all Tuesdays are like this, and I think she might be onto something.
I feel like these days are even worse in winter, when the sun hasn’t been out in forever, and all you want to do is throw on some sandals and take a nice long walk by the lake.
Or ocean, or field, or whatever you’ve got.
In the absence of any of those things as options (unless I felt like being blown into Lake Michigan), I headed to the gym after work to blow off some steam.
Some might say I’m high strung.
I’d say I’m committed to my emotions.
Anyway, I finished over four miles, and did not die at the end of it, so I left feeling much better about the state of my world.
Today, I’m focused on not eating gummi rattlesnakes as a stress relief mechanism (yes, apparently that’s a problem I have), getting some inspiration from these chicks (yes, I’m already back to the Roosevelts), and reckoning with the Y again.
That Shamrock Shuffle’s sneaking up on me.
In theory, this also means that spring’s sneaking up on me.
I’m hanging that one on my hat rack this morning, chickadees.