Ugh, this weekend was a bust, despite my intentions to decompress and re-center myself. I know, I know... life doesn't always go as planned and you have to roll with the punches, blah blah blah... And no, the weekend's frustrations weren't catastrophic... But none of that makes me feel better.
Oh, there were little sunbursts of goodness over the weekend... hangin' with friends at the apartment barbecue Friday night... wearing my new sundress today thanks to our first real day of summer weather, finally... getting my makeup done at Sephora... hip hop this evening...
I have no doubt that the pending arrival of Aunt Flo is compromising my coping abilities, so I'm trying to take that into account. I'm not going into any detail because, 1) I don't have the energy to write it all out, 2) I'm feeling protective of myself, and 3) I have a feeling that in a day or so, I'll think I was going a bit overboard and being too emotional. Maybe not, but we'll see. I just want to say that the weekend sucked and I'm ready to move forward.
Tomorrow is a new day. And I'm leaving for Chicago in seven days, thank goodness.