Major writer's block. I'd really like to post something but I can't seem to get anything out my my head.
Work is hard. Everything is completely out of my control and I'm just ready for this process to all be over. Sick of it. Sick, sick, sick.
I decided yesterday during yoga class that instead of replying that I'm, "hanging in there," a statement that is my usual reply recently, I might start saying that I'm hanging loose. Or that I'm excellent. Hanging in there implies that I'm tense. I'm hanging on by a thread.
I think I've talked about this before- our self talk invades our brains and we actually start to believe the garbage we tell ourselves.
Right now, I'm experiencing real confusion. A lack of communication. I've been meditating on clarity and being concise in class.
Because you know what? Feeling like this SUCKS.
I was browsing around on facebooks yesterday and I saw a someone who I went to school with years ago post a shirtless picture of him. I wanted to write on there, "Put a shirt on, you slob." But I censored myself because I didn't want him to be mad at me.
Why am I SO CAREFUL with other people's feeling but I rarely consider my own?
Seriously though, put a shirt on, you slob.
Work is hard. Everything is completely out of my control and I'm just ready for this process to all be over. Sick of it. Sick, sick, sick.
I decided yesterday during yoga class that instead of replying that I'm, "hanging in there," a statement that is my usual reply recently, I might start saying that I'm hanging loose. Or that I'm excellent. Hanging in there implies that I'm tense. I'm hanging on by a thread.
I think I've talked about this before- our self talk invades our brains and we actually start to believe the garbage we tell ourselves.
Right now, I'm experiencing real confusion. A lack of communication. I've been meditating on clarity and being concise in class.
Because you know what? Feeling like this SUCKS.
I was browsing around on facebooks yesterday and I saw a someone who I went to school with years ago post a shirtless picture of him. I wanted to write on there, "Put a shirt on, you slob." But I censored myself because I didn't want him to be mad at me.
Why am I SO CAREFUL with other people's feeling but I rarely consider my own?
Seriously though, put a shirt on, you slob.
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