Shake it off already!
Dec. 31st, 2008 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ffloI feel so derailed today. It was all balled up in the work thing, but dang if it hasn't come home with me.
That debt thing I was going for--- I accomplished that, and then some, as of January 2nd, anyway, which I figure is close enough. Setting that all up last night was a high; and I've been feeling good, much of the time, here as the holidays fix to be over with; and I had ideas about this afternoon. Now I find strangers are annoying me right and left. And when Juli's mom spotted me in the Kroger's and grabbed my head to plant a smushy kiss on my cheek with a loud kissy "MMMM!" hum, I wanted to slug her. That's not good, is it?
Remembered, sitting in traffic on Warshtenawr, one thing I'd hoped to do by the end of the year that I won't. It was a small thing, and I need to let it go. I'd need to let it go if I were calling it a big thing. Let it all go. This math guy Norman said today, of this math thing: it's December 31st, let it go. Let it freakin' go.
I may have to weep some first. Geez, I'd rather not. You know?
Mere hours ago I felt so solidly in touch with my crone-to-be strong centered sense.
That debt thing I was going for--- I accomplished that, and then some, as of January 2nd, anyway, which I figure is close enough. Setting that all up last night was a high; and I've been feeling good, much of the time, here as the holidays fix to be over with; and I had ideas about this afternoon. Now I find strangers are annoying me right and left. And when Juli's mom spotted me in the Kroger's and grabbed my head to plant a smushy kiss on my cheek with a loud kissy "MMMM!" hum, I wanted to slug her. That's not good, is it?
Remembered, sitting in traffic on Warshtenawr, one thing I'd hoped to do by the end of the year that I won't. It was a small thing, and I need to let it go. I'd need to let it go if I were calling it a big thing. Let it all go. This math guy Norman said today, of this math thing: it's December 31st, let it go. Let it freakin' go.
I may have to weep some first. Geez, I'd rather not. You know?
Mere hours ago I felt so solidly in touch with my crone-to-be strong centered sense.
