Tuesday, July 25, 2006
All I really need is a large margarita.
Except that one night last week at Cheddar's when I requested the large margarita. That turned it off nicely, I must say.
Anyway, last night Rick and I were discussing my current uptight/stressed-out/weight of the world on my shoulders/fear of the future issues AGAIN (sorry, Rickus, but thank you for being there). Suddenly Rick said, "Look, you've got to look at these new changes in contrast. You once quit you're job, packed your stuff, and moved sixteen hundred miles away to a town you'd never seen, where you didn't have any job prospects or know anyone there. So why are you so afraid now?"
It made me laugh at my own ridiculousness, and this morning, I finally feel better. Things are going to be all right. Now I'm off for a Big Love marathon at my mom's house and tonight, it's The Yarn Harlot. In person! Yeehaw!
You'll be great!! You just have to convince your brain of that.
The margarita is a wonderful tonic that cures a multitude of ills. Just don't cut your own hair after three of them...one of my rules of life.