Dear Me (and anyone else who can relate),
Stop. Breathe. Take a look around you.
Things might be a mess. Maybe you have a mound of laundry that needs doing. 148 more words
As a neurotic person, I’m often stuck in my own head. Strike that, I’m ALWAYS stuck in my head. On the rare occasions I do yoga, instead of concentrating on my flowing breath, I’m envying that instructor’s glorious butt muscles – so I fall down like an idiot. 537 more words
How you are feeling: Like a delicate flower. You know, the kind that wretches, wets itself, and breaks wind as it walks. Pretty pretty flower. 252 more words
i have been pondering on how to write this post for a while now. i realize the title probably sounds a little inflammatory and that was fully my intention. 1,088 more words