... having a clean "everything in sight"
... and that it all smells like Shaklee
... finding out your company is moving again - (that's right, I'm one of those moving sluts that for some reason or another enjoys the thrill of the transplant)
... getting in to the class you wanted
... finishing scarves
... waking up in the middle of the night with designs rummaging around my head
... a slow week at work, ergo design implementation
... healing
... letting go and moving forward
... Kraft macaroni & cheese (comfort food in the literal dead of winter is essential)
... finding out your company made bonus the last 2 quarters
... making decisions
... being alone
... expecting packages in the mail
... kittens
... upcoming nuptuals (the who, what, and where know who I'm talking about here cuz the invitations look spectacular!)
Its been somewhat busy in this world I call my own lately.
So yesterday I ran downstairs to the 'Bou (where everybody knows your name) and ordered my favorite: spice tea. A not entirely unusual but somewhat dormant habit of putting sugar in my tea sounded like a good idear.
I was wrong.
If I knew what it felt like to be on crack, I'm sure that's how I felt yesterday afternoon. I was jumpy, had the shakes, scatterbrained (more than normal if you can imagine), and felt like a general clusterfark of spaciness and jitteriness. After a treatment last night I've decided to conquer whatever it is that took hold of me and head back in to the lion's den today to rock spice tea's world. If I don't return in the next few hours - send caffeinated help.
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I survived the 'Bou and lived to tell the tale. I ordered a MEDIUM and took that bad mo fo down. They will sing about my victory someday...