Anxious

Anxiety was my enemy last night when I got up.  I had to take something to help me with my anxiety.  I hate that.  It wasn't the diva.  It added to it but still.  It seems like the last 2 days that I'll get something difficult done and then 2 new problems pop up.  Just not enough time.  Nothing will be tied up in a neat bow before my week is over and I'm actually in the acceptance stage.  I'm doing my best.

I also have other things to remember.  I sold my Kate Spade wallet on eBay.  I actually kind of hate to give this up but I also feel stupid having something nice like this.  I have a matching green purse that nobody wanted so I kept it.  Nice to have a few extra dollars but I have to get it packaged up and dropped off at the post office at lunch time.  

I also have to mail postcards today. I didn't get enough done.  I hate that.  I won't take on as much as I did because well, I had a credit card or two a year ago that would maybe help me with the price of stamps.  Budgeting.  I'm learning the hard way.  I think I'll just take stacks of ten here and there from Activate America.  No more sign ups with Environmental Voter Project.  200 is too much for my budget.  At least I didn't throw them out in anger or upset about how things are going.

Turns out we'll have company in early October.  That works out but there's things I need to do before then.  At least maybe Kringle can keep me company while I work.  I hope Precious isn't hiding in the corner somewhere plotting her revenge on me.  It'll be nice to have my nephew here and keep us company.  Once they leave, I'll get to see Corinne and her tribe.  Lots of social stuff. I don't know if my brain can handle that much.  It's happy to have that opportunity.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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