I slipped. The crazy thing is that I called the pharmacy yesterday afternoon, with cigs and wine in my car, ordering a prescription refill of Antabuse to pick up today. I took my first pill this morning. Again, I didn't want to spend the $153 but I have to. I have to.
I also officially became a non-perfectionist as of today. I discovered the website Goop and there's a nice blog on there about perfectionism. There was also a nice pair of $99 yoga leggings I had to have on the site because Gwyneth Paltrow designed them. Sucker. I also had another wake up call exchanging Christmas presents with a friend. Being blunt but a true friend, she told me that I speak very eloquently in general but I have 'stage fright' on the air, which I have been kicking myself for 20 years about that. Why? Why can't I just snap out of it and sound perfect (aha) ? It's like the 'deer in the headlights' switch turns on automatically. I really don't suck (that much) and we all make mistakes. I have heard some of the best make complete train wrecks. I think it's because I was teased at my first job and I can't let that feeling go, but I will now. The end of the world is a good place to start, which some folks believe that the end of the Mayan Calendar means new beginnings. So there ya go. Lesson learned, and I do have some of the best friends and family around. And some cute new leggings coming my way. Hey it's basically two binge nights' worth of cash there.
Love,
SG
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