Folks, I am shedding my fur for winter. I am worse than zanzamittens at this point. There are hundreds of hair strands on the floor around my desk….and that’s not a hyperbole.
I can narrow it down to one of two reasons: (1) aging, or the most probable, (2) stress. More research is needed at this point.
My bullet journal has these words of wisdom to take to heart. It’s been a stressful week. I’ve fallen into the A-type pattern of thinking if I fail the PE, then I am no good at my job. I have to keep reminding myself, that is not the case. Maybe in two months I’ll be thinking I’m a bonehead for studying too much.
Of course, failure doesn’t FEEL like the best way to learn. As the ship goes down, I prefer to cradle the burning remains in my palms until everyone’s suffering (mainly, me). But hey, don’t say I didn’t try.
Trying to remember that I can’t do everything.
American Eagle button-up. I’ve had this shirt since grad school from a socially awkward moment when I asked the employee about it, and they took it directly off the manikin. I thought it was largely overpriced at $25 but how could I tell them it fit but I didn’t want it for that outrageous price? It’s been a good purchase and a work staple.
Hair flower. A Forever-21 remnant from when I had a pixie cut.
Blowfish flats. On sale. About in their last season before falling apart.
Working: Listening to a conference call about pipe embedment and trench repairs under existing flexible pavement for a conveyance project.
Listening: Google music Anthemic Indie Dance Party which is my new Indie Apartment Party.