I just watched Straight Outta Compton this past weekend. Loved it. I might be going back into a serious old school rap phase for a bit. I'm going to have to dig out my CDs from my middle school that are labeled "BBALL TIME" and "Get Rowdy" with a black Sharpie marker. That's where the real rap music is. As a young suburban girl from a small town in Nebraska I could just relate to NWA and Eminem, you know? They got me. They understood my struggle.
On another note, I've put down the self help/memoirs for a bit and am reading some good old fashioned fiction. Currently on the list: Big Little Lies. So far, so good. I like Liane Moriarty, I think she's a good writer.
I spilled coffee on myself yesterday so bad I had to change. Then after I changed I was watering the plants and somehow managed to tip the watering can back on myself. Had to change again. So my hand-eye coordination seems to be decreasing an alarming rate.
My sister called at 6:00 p.m. last night. By 6:45 I had to call her back because I had no idea what we had just talked about. Literally none. A part of me wondered if I had picked up and said, let me call you right back. This one really bothered me because I pride myself on having a very sharp memory.
I think the problem may be I'm a wee bit stressed at the moment. At 339 months old, it's safe to say I've hit an all time high as far as stress goes. The two-do list is so long for the week I'd rather just look at it and fret about it than actually do anything. *Also there isn't actually a physical to-do list because I get too distracted to ever completely write out a full to-do list.
I've been told before I "keep a lot of stress in my jaw." Isn't that a weird thing to be told? I've had a dance teacher, improv coach, and most recently a headshot photographer tell me this.
When I look at the photo above I see what they mean. I'm clenching. I have the Stephanie Tanner look going on (not from her cute years.)
The things that have my head spinning include:
New business- launching this week. This one makes my stomach turn 10000 times.
T shirt time- funny thing to stress about right? It's Husker season in Nebraska and the loyal fans are in tshirt mode. I'm packaging and mailing more shirts than I can count at the moment. I am stressed, but GRATEFUL. So very grateful.
And then there's those big Nebraska stores who are knowingly stealing my designs and brand, Talk Herbie To Me, without acknowledging my trademark... that tends to stress me out just slightly.
And finally the wedding. So many decisions.... So many things to worry about.
I've had the tornado dream for five nights in a row. My two reoccurring stress dreams are: tornados chasing me, and someone telling me I'm actually eligible for one more year of high school basketball but oh no I haven't practiced in ten years and WHAT WILL I DO????
Some people eat when their stressed. Or work out. Or don't eat. My go-to coping mechanism is sleep. I'm a major stress sleeper. Chris thinks I'm narcoleptic and I might be a little. Someone can just say the word "sleep" and I'm out.
And this might be the most boring monthly update ever. Sorry, I guess 339 months isn't as fun of an age as 338. But 340 is going to be awesome. I'm sure of it.
I'll catch you tomorrow when things have calmed down a bit. For now I need a nap.