It’s been a weird week. I haven’t slept much, and my anxiety is trying it’s hardest to resurface.
I’ve made a lot of progress over the past year keeping it at bay and finding my own version of peace, so it’s annoying to have to deal with it again – but it’s October, which is never really a great month for me. I guess it was to be expected.
Other than that bucket of fun, things have been pretty routine around here. A little boring, almost. This happens often when the weather gets cooler and the sun starts setting earlier. I’m cool with it I guess.
Instead of many happy hours and dinners out eating my face off, there’s been a lot of scary movie watching (the only thing I like about Halloween besides the candy – but do not, I repeat DO NOT watch Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark) and gym going.
Oh yes, I’ve been working out. You know I have to brag about it. I’m really enjoying the yoga classes at the gym as well as their version of Body Pump and Spinning (which didn’t even totally break my lady parts since I’ve been using the stationary bike a lot at home – success).
There may also be the occasional (I can never spell that word right the first time) arc trainer session while watching Dawson’s Creek on Netflix. I’m not ashamed.
There’s also been some wedding planning going on – we now officially have a photographer and a DJ. No band. I wanted one (the Flaming Lips, of course) but what am I? Made of money? No. So disappointed comments about how there’s not going to be a band aren’t welcome. Pass it on.
What else? I can’t think of anything.
I’m a summer girl. And it’s fall now. So I’m going to get progressively lamer as we creep on towards winter, whereupon I will enter into a full on hibernation.