This was one of THOSE days. Where half the day you’re like RUH-ROH something is seriously effed up and while it’s not EXACTLY my fault I think I’m gonna be held responsible for it and why do I always have to feel this way?? And then you discover it was really just a semantics issue – you had the thing right all along but it SEEMED wrong cuz other people were calling The Thing something else…but it was all really the same thing.

I have a hard time letting go of…residual anxiety. Even once I realize everything’s actually okay, well I still had that stress for 3 hours and it doesn’t just disappear. I guess that’s called relief. I feel like I don’t really experience RELIEF when I guess I really should. The anxiety just lingers.

It’s like things just go from poor to bad…back to poor…there’s never a GOOD.

In my PERSONAL life I don’t have this issue. I don’t eff up cuz I’m doing MY thing MY way in MY time. Ugh. And even if I DO get something wrong, OH WELL. Just fix it and move on.

It was a bad day. And it came right on the heels of a bad day last week that I’m not over yet.

Sorry to just vent here but.

Taupe Cashmere Sweater: Mogaschoni/Nordstrom Rack, 2x. 2020
White Tee: Old Navy Luxe Tee, 3x. 2020
Plaid Button-down: BP/Nordstrom, 3x. 2021
Jeans: Gloria Vanderbilt Amanda, 20 short. 2021
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