So things are imploding a bit. That doesn't mean I have to become SuperWhiner. Nobody promised me that things would go always go well. Sure, they told me that if I worked hard, straightened up and flew right that things would be more likely to go well. But there were no promises made.
As my dear Dr. M reminds me, there are two kinds of stress - stress that paralyzes and stress that mobilizes. Of course they aren't exclusive and one can become the other. I need to take this paralyzing stress, the stress that transforms me into a melodramatic puddle and make it the other kind of stress. The energy I'm wasting here can be used for better purposes (aka THESIS).
That, and I need to stop beating myself up for choosing sleep over my morning workout. I went to bed at 2, it's okay to sleep until 8:30. And also stop berating myself for using Smarties as a coping mechanism.
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Yikes, it sounds like things are tough right now. I'm sorry it's a challenging time, hang in there! Remember that taking care of yourself is the best way to get through it as efficiently as possible. I'll be thinking of you.
C.
Wishing you the best in your journeys.
Smarties as a coping mechanism? You are too funny, Lisa.
I LOVE smarties. Tiny, sweet, crumbly. However I'm starting to develop a smartie-induced stomach ache.
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