Hi, everybody.
Anxiety is a son of a bitch. If you read my last post, you know I’m on vacation and not having the bestest of times. Yes, I know bestest isn’t a word. Let’s stay on task.
I was having a shitty time. Still wish I was home enjoying my routine, but I’m OK now.
This brings us back to multiple posts when I mentioned inevitable change. Here it is. Right now. And it happened quickly.
You can always count on change even when you feel like you can’t count on yourself. But you can always count on yourself, too. Don’t forget that. I almost do every day. But guess what happens? Change.
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
