Saturday, September 17, 2016



I'm getting used to, or rather more accurately becoming aware, of not being afraid all the time. I never would have said that I had anxiety issues, but now that I'm not swimming in a sea of what if's and what abouts and I should haves and really I need to try harder and if I only would I might become something They would respect or love, I'm noticing how relaxed I am on the weekends. 

As a matter of fact, I'm a free woman and I haven't failed at anything if all I do this weekend is read, watch TV, and maybe even write a little and take a nap. It's okay.

 [...and I've switched right over to talking myself into that's it's really okay. Anxiety is sneaky that way.]

Just the same, I went to the used book store and spent a small fortune of $12 on 75¢ cookbooks. I was looking for bread books because my sourdough is baking up gummy, but I these should keep me entertained for the evening. I really need to Netflix binge because my free trial ends Monday and I haven't watched anything yet. 

Dammit, I'm doing it again!


Eat some lunch

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That is all