Ever had one of those weeks where you wish you could go to bed and wake up when it was over? Yeah. One of those weeks, where you're wearing two left shoes, your brain attempts to reel in words your tongue already fired, all the clothes in your closet shrank, and you have the patience of a spring Grizzly on the Grapefruit diet?
No, my clothes are not suddenly slipping over my hips like blue silk over white marble, and yes, I did lose my cool this week, maybe more than once, and I am not leaping around with the grace of a Nutcracker ballerina. But what I am doing, is accepting that I'm not perfect. I know. Surprised me, too. But the truth is, I screwed up. I'm out of shape. The atmosphere at work is beyond gloomy. And some people are just plain rude. And it's not my fault. Well...the out-of-shape thing is in my court, and the losing my cool thing, but...
And it's time for a little TLC.
On the weekend TLC agenda to help restore a modicum of well being and maybe with it, a modest level of sanity? Write. Exercise. Hug my boys. Hug my mom. Dinner and drinks with my girlfriends. Clean and putter around the house. Trim the cats' claws. Read. Soak in a bath. Unpack my suitcase that is still on the floor in my bedroom from August (subconscious hope I'd win the lottery and jet off for lunch at a Paris sidewalk bistro?). In short, nothing that requires me to argue with, or solve other people's problems, or listen to lengthy tirades on how I, or the company I work for, can go to hell (seriously, don't they realize, when I'm sitting there nodding my head and trying to smile through their crap, I'm already there?). And to the lady I asked if she had woken up in her bad mood? I'm sorry. And I hope you take some time and treat yourself to a little TLC. I think you need it as much as I.