This week has been rough.
It has been physically painful. And not because of any injuries that I’m experiencing, but rather emotional pain that is causing me physical pain. I have felt like my chest was crumbling in on me the entire week, and it just kept getting stronger.
Until finally, I accepted that I needed to do something and listened to what my mom was saying - I could be on my way back to Minnesota this time next week.
The feeling I got when I said “I think I want to go back next week” was insane. I felt like I could breathe again.
I need this. I need this so much.
Everything keeps changing and I could be going back to Minnesota so mucb sooner than planned and I kind of think that’s okay.
Like, I love Georgia. The weather is great, I have some really great people in my life, and my home is here - the home I live in with my husband. But my husband is not here and it feels like a giant hole in my chest.
Minnesota will be hard, but I will have a job (or two!) and my bills will be cheaper and I will be surrounded by family and there’s baseball and coworkers and there’s even more fitness classes and biking and the cabin and puppies that I can hold in my arms and cuddle with them. I just want to go Minnesota and have fun and then go back to Georgia and get my husband back.
my wallet needs to be as thick as my thighs
"Loneliness can be an unsettling quiet that screams loudly into your ears that something is missing. You can feel lost and disconnected from everything you hold dear."
Sara Horn, God Strong.
Impulse trips to the gym are so much more satisfying than impulse shopping trips. And a lot cheaper, too.
(Plus it’s super great when you go right before they close and it’s pretty empty and you have a challenge to get your workout done on time)
Spent over an hour waiting for my prescriptions on base today.
Only to find out that they’re practically out of one of them, so they could only give me 14 out of the 90 I was supposed to receive. So now I get to go back and get the last 76 later, and wait another hour or two.
-.- I don’t have time for your shit, pharmacy.
Sometimes, I just feel like I have three oversized elephants sitting on top of my chest. It feels like a black hole and it hurts.
My heart has been ripped out. I just want my husband back.
"I hate it when people say girl crush. No one’s gonna think you’re a lesbian if you just say crush."
Anonymous asked: I want to take a year off school to clear my mind and work. I've been in school since I was 5 and went to a community college right after high school. Im 21 now and I want to take a break. I've told people this and they said not to do it be because
cont-They said it would be harder to go back to school but for me it feels like continuing school is making it harder to actually go back to school every new semester, if that make sense. Is it possible for school to discourage you to keep on going?
I had to take not one, BUT TWO, semester breaks while attending college. It helped me regain my sanity every time. If you feel you need to take a semester off, by all means do it. Don’t listen to what everyone else says, LISTEN TO YOUR FEELINGS. You’re the one in charge of your life, career path, and destiny.
Good luck x
YES. I took a year and a half off from college (still haven’t completely gone back, I’m just working on a certification) and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I now know completely what I want to do with my life and I can go confidently to college and know that I’m not wasting my time and money.
Also, I know how you feel about being burnt out. I knew that going to college right after graduating high school was the worst possible plan for me because I was so exhausted from school. I’m in a much better place, and I’m so glad I didn’t give in to the pressures of everyone else because I would have ended up even more unhappy, not knowing where I wanted to be or go, and I would have wasted a lot of time and resources.
You do what’s best for you. Live your life and be happy. Don’t let other people determine what you do with your life.
I was browsing on tumblr and I realized I had no ducks in my blog, what kind of horrible person was I?
I need to stop feeling guilty about what I have not done and start feeling proud of what I have.
Today, I have accomplished the following:
-I fed the dog at normal hours, made sure he had water all day (and even added ice cubes for him), and gave him all of his medications.
-I cleaned the sap off of Hubby’s convertible and washed the windows and treated the leather.
-I did ALL of the dishes.
-I did three loads of laundry (one is already folded and put away, one still needs to be put away, and one is still in the dryer because I didn’t want to walk to the laundry room at 1am).
-I dusted all if of the surfaces in my living room, and polished them.
-I refilled all of the soap dispensers in the house and cleaned all the mirrors.
-I called maintenance to fix my air conditioning.
-I walked the dog.
-I actually cooked myself a nice dinner.
And tomorrow I’d like to:
-get the laundry out of the dryer.
-sort all of the dirty laundry.
-maximize space in the spare bedroom.
-vacuum the entire house.
-put all of the laundry away.
-clean my kitchen and wipe down the microwave.
-sweep and mop all tile.
-finish filing paperwork.
And I think I need to take a hiatus from Netflix because watching too much tv is not helping how I feel. I will read a book tomorrow instead.
i am an ass because i’m excited that i can use my oven again because my air conditioning is working.
i just really want to pay tons of money for my electric bill. (who doesn’t?)
my air conditioning hasn’t been working for the past week or so. I tried using it a couple of times overnight to just cool the house, but the numbers never went down (and i figured they just did while i was sleeping then came back up). so today, my house was at 81 degrees and my a/c had been on for more than 12 hours so i decided to give the housing office a call because i did not feel like sweating gross amounts while i tried to clean my house. less than ten minutes later, a technician was at my front door, and it took him less than 30 minutes to fix it (the house got up to 82 because he was in and out so much) and now, less than an hour later, my house is a breezy 74 degrees.
THANK YOU JESUS.
Spot was not very happy being in the heat.