Thursday, July 28, 2011
Most of the time I trundle through life checking things off the never-ending list, moving from one job to another without difficulty and putting fires out with seeming aplomb. From appearances I seem to be in complete control and utterly confident and calm.
My mother tells me I'm the child she never has to worry about.
But somewhere, buried deep under all that togetherness lurks 'Anxiety Girl'.
I fight her superpowers with all that I have but sometimes she comes out on top.
Apparently, I am stressed today and completely unaware of that fact.
I have not vanquished my silent foe.
Until I see that I've done this to myself...
A few years back I finally managed to stop biting my nails, but I can't seem to shake the habit of picking the skin surrounding them. My hands just need to be busy busy busy!
I have found myself virtually inhaling 'snacks' at the rate of knots this week which also makes me (and my waistline) very grumpy with myself!
I shall now go make a cup of tea and pull out the crochet before I have to track down another bandaid.