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Yesterday I was all inspired and today I'm run down and mopey. It has been a very busy two weeks at work - at least, busy for my job and for being pregnant. Lots of meetings, restructuring some positions, dealing with coworker issues, trying to communicate clearly, manage personal boundaries, and get stuff done. I'm not surprised I'm so wiped out.
But I also think I have too much time on my hands to think. Too much time to reflect on all my perfectionist anxieties, on feeling old (is that me in the mirror? the one who looks tired, puffy and kinda like my mom?), feeling weirdly shaped and clumsy and completely unsexy, on all the things I Should be doing or want to want to do. Gah.
I want some one else to come in and hang the art and sort the books and finish putting the clothes away and find room for one more cupboard's worth of kitchen goods.
This turned into a whine and I really didn't intend it to. Guess that's what I needed to vomit up this afternoon.
But I also think I have too much time on my hands to think. Too much time to reflect on all my perfectionist anxieties, on feeling old (is that me in the mirror? the one who looks tired, puffy and kinda like my mom?), feeling weirdly shaped and clumsy and completely unsexy, on all the things I Should be doing or want to want to do. Gah.
I want some one else to come in and hang the art and sort the books and finish putting the clothes away and find room for one more cupboard's worth of kitchen goods.
This turned into a whine and I really didn't intend it to. Guess that's what I needed to vomit up this afternoon.