but then i’m all like
I’ve been sitting around in a state of mild paralysis all like, “Dude, I’m gonna start working again in less then two weeks? Ferreels?”
Then right after that I’m like, “Oh shit! I haven’t done ANYTHING with my time off!”
Then my logical brain bits are all, “Wait. You were supposed to: A) rest, B) take care of your back, and C) start taking better care of yourself in general. Let’s see here: no daily back pain, you quit smoking, you’re doing acupuncture, counseling, stretching, and you might have a teeny bit more self-awareness. I’d say that’s check, check, and check, old friend.”
Then my overly emotional brain bits are like, “Not good enough. Where’s the book you coulda wrote? All the blog posts you didn’t make? Where was the bike riding, kayaking and rock climbing you said you wanted to do? Why hasn’t the apartment been redecorated? Or at least painted? Nice 100+ day break there, girlie!”
I start to freak out but then I’m all like, “Dudes, I’ll let you guys battle this one out. I’m gonna go sit outside and read.”
