I think that the number one reason why I want to move back to the East Coast is so that I don't have to cram in "quality time" (which really becomes uncomfortably rushed and anxious time) with family and friends. I hate having ONLY 2 HOURS to see, catch up and spend time with a person who is very important in my life. They deserve more than 2 hours, you know?
Now my body is buzzing from anxiety because I have overwhelmed and overloaded myself, once again, and I'm on the verge of tears. I want to see all these people that mean so much to me but I end up not being able to, disappointing myself and them, and feeling like a failure in maintaining friendships. Sigh.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
That this blog will not be used to vent (all the time), air exceedingly negative thoughts, or complain. BUT. I must say... parents should really teach their children how to behave on an airplane. Kicking the back of my seat, pulling it when you stand up and sit down, and banging your feet on the floor incessantly make a 2 hour flight seem very long. VERY long. In contrast, a single mother with two small girls (both under 5) was sitting in front of me and I heard not a peep out of them.
In other news, I have been obsessed with using correct grammar lately. What's up with that?
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Why is it so hard to be kind to myself? I feel like I am/can be exceedingly kind to others, but I constantly criticize and overanalyze myself, including my physical appearance, actions, intelligence, etc.
I learned in this past year that I will have to be at peace with "good enough." I cannot be a perfectionist in all areas of my life at all times.