This inability to chill the fuck out is starting to scare even me. I can’t seem to let anything go. Like, at all. And it’s not just this goshdarned blog. (Now you know the one obscenity I try to stay away from.) It’s every little insignificant thing in my life that requires me to make any sort of decision. NO MATTER HOW MINOR.
It’s why my blog changes appearances more often than I do. It’s why, rather than make a decision, I bought FOUR DIFFERENT KINDS of Easter candy. It’s why, when asked to make a display at work, I made it three effing times. ‘Cause it was never quite perfect. And I could do better. And if I didn’t, it’d be a terrible reflection on me as a person!
I’ve always been a perfectionist. In high school, I would rewrite my notes. I used to make my bed just before I got in it. But this… this is a different beast entirely.
In other news: I’ve made two vows to myself. First, to stay away from that stupid fucking “design” button on my blog. And, second, to post everyday during the month of March. Obviously, I’m setting myself up for failure but WHAT ELSE IS NEW?
In other other news, I recently took a mandatory health assessment. When finished, it gave me a list of things to work on to improve my overall health. What was at the top of the list, highlighted in a lot of ugly red? Stress management.