Where I usually take great pride in my appearance and putting together a "presentation", I've let all that fall to the wayside. My lovely makeup collection has been collecting dust and I've taken up permanent residence in graphic tees and skinny jeans (and since the weather has been so bitterly bleak I've been wearing flat boots of all kinds). This has become my work uniform. Cute? Sure, but it doesn't take a lot of effort. As a woman who is supposed to set an example by demonstrating a certain fearless and knack for taking fashionable risks and owning them, I can do much better.
In breaking down the source of my stress and the havoc it wreaks on me physically, mentally, and emotionally I can see that I am sorely lacking in several skills when it comes to coping and management. Thinking of the bigger picture, while usually the "smart" thing to do, just causes me to spazz the eff out. I'm easily overwhelmed as I tend to bury myself in what seems to be an endless, and thus hopeless, list of tasks and it just...it gets to me. Bigger picture for the immediate future isn't what I need to be thinking about. Breaking everything down into smaller steps makes me feel completely neurotic, but it gets the job done. In the end, that's all I'm asking for.
For now.
New treasures always make it right.
