Okay. From now on, no more Ms. Negative Pants. I make such bitchy snap decisions. I slept on last nights initial reaction and read over my speed-dating notes this morning. Interestingly enough, I marked 15 guys in the hit column, and 14 guys in the miss. Granted, those hits were marginal. Had I not marked some hits, there would have been nothing. But, lets look on the bright side, shall we? It was one less night sitting at home stressing about work and stuffing my gullet. Hooray. I consider the night a success.
Tonight Im going to take my aggressions out at the gym. Im in serious need of more sweat therapy. Im finally figuring out that a good workout when stressed does so much more for me than downing a bottle of Merlot. At one of my last group workout sessions, the instructor mentioned the endorphin buzz at the end of the class. And I concentrated on that. What a great feeling. Though I still love the feeling of a nice, long session with the liquor bottle, my body now rejects the stuff with such force that most of the time I end up feeling shitty and remorseful the whole next day. Aaah it used to be so easy when I was in my early 20s. Its so not worth suffering through a whole day of nausea and head trauma (not to mention a giant case of the uglies). Plus, lately most of the time I end up forgetting important chunks of necessary information. For example, last Thursday after our work dinner, who walked me out to my car? And was he flirting with me? And what the hell did I say to him?
And then my Friday was ruined.
I hope someday I learn.
I just read someones diary entry that made me all misty. What a beautiful, insightful woman. In fact, I peeked at several entries today while waiting for some stuff that I need from one of my teams. You guys amaze me with your talent and your eye-opening insights. I feel so honored to be able to peek into your lives .just as Im honored that you peek into mine, however pitiful it can sometimes be.
Thanks.
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