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I took my medicine late today.
My anxiety medicine.
I had to get it refilled so instead of taking it this morning I ended up taking it at lunch.
On top of this I am sleep deprived from the week. Apparently I’m not eighteen anymore and I can’t stay up until midnight singing, dancing and enjoying company. Why didn’t ya’ll tell me this?
In fact, I am typing this while in a fit of nerves while wishing I could go home and crawl away in my bed and just sleep the day away.
That sounds nice.
But not realistic nor beneficial.
These days who really thinks realistically anymore?
My hair is falling out of the messy bun I attempted on my head.
I am pretty sure my makeup is coming off my face because I am so oily.
I am not real sure if my outfit matches…
I probably look like one of those runway models who everyone looks at and thinks, “Who actually buys this stuff?”
In conclusion, I am a hot mess.
Today I am on edge. Very on edge. On the edgiest of edges.
And in all this I discover my true weaknesses, humanity, failures and God’s grace.
Anyone else wanna just take a wack of Weezer today?
Girl me too.
Even when you are on the hot mess express…
You are loved, valued and useful.
I love your honesty, just putting it out there for the world to see, and making yourself vulnerable. I, too, am a write and inching my way to become published. Your openness is refreshing. I write a column for the same paper you wrote for. Anyway, thank you for speaking up and speaking out. I’m excited for you.
Thank you so much for the kind words Mary Gruben! I know you are a writer as well and I hope you enjoy success and I am so thankful for your kind words!