a car twenty years younger than the Jeep

So ... does this make you a car cougar?

So ... does this make you a car cougar?

It only just became old enough to drink this year, and I haven't seen it trying to get cozy with the youngsters in the parking lot.

I need better self-care strategies than just looking at pictures of CEvans.

I will note that this is a pretty decent one, but I still need better ones for when the Zebra Footage folder just ain't doing it.

Right long term self-care is trickier because it does not always = making my brain feel better. The gym does, so that's good. I had a salad for lunch instead of cupcakes so woohoo for me. salad should release endorphins.

At this point I think CEvans would need to show up at my house to take me out and tell me I am pretty to actually lift my mood. Pics no longer work. They make me sad that I have not had a crush on real person I know in years.

One of my college crushes just posted on FB that he is in a new relationship. Someone I had not seen in probably 10 years and it still felt like a possibility being scratched off the list.

And I think it's also hard to distinguish between "things I gotta do for my own good" and "things expected of me by family or society or whatever that I am actually better off without" because they both feel like obligations.

Yesssss!

I need better self-care strategies than just looking at pictures of CEvans.

Your Tumblr is so soothing to me.

I feel very proud of my adulting today. I called in this morning to say I had to take the car to the shop, I then took said car to said shop. That didn't take as long as I thought it would, and I maturely decided that I'd come in and work the second half of the day. With a few hours to kill, I did the grocery shopping I'd expected to have to do after work, and I even had irrelevant conversations with a couple of fellow residents on the planet (it's kind of horrible how accomplished I feel when I have meaningless social interaction with strangers, but I rarely talk to anyone outside of work anymore). I took the groceries home, had lunch at home, then headed to work. It's always lovely to only do half the work I expect to do in a day.

Part of my feeling of accomplishment comes from the lack of dithering I allowed myself before deciding on actions. I get bogged down in "Is this the right way to do this task? Is this the right order I should do these things?" I have a horror of looking incompetent. But I did stuff!

But I did stuff!

I always feel like I should get a gold star when I get shit done and cross things off the to-do list. Your morning sounds very satisfying to me.

Your Tumblr is so soothing to me.

I seriously pay for a Wordpress account that allows me to back it up and store the images there just in case Tumblr goes BOOM.