Then two days later, you emerge with swollen eyes and a determination to move forward. Step one: rehydrate. You lost a lot of fluid. Step two: eat something before you pass out. Step three: get a motto. I didn’t set out to make one; it just came to me, possibly the whispering of the Holy Spirit. Work hard; work out; work it.
Work hard: I have a mountain of school work for my grad class. It’s seriously giving me the fantods. But I’m determined not to resent my professor for gearing the workload toward career students but rather view the task as a chance to demonstrate my awesomeness. It means this week will be hell, and I have to put off reading some books that I not only want to read but one in particular that I think will be good for me to read. In addition to that, I have other things I need/want to work on from writing to church obligations to craft projects I want to get out of the way so the materials aren’t lying around anymore. This means making an organizational chart of activities and due dates, and it means understanding that some things may not get done until December, but the goal has been set.
Work out: I’ve let physical fitness fall by the wayside lately. Of all people, I know how important it is to emotional well being, so guess who’s gotten reacquainted with the gym? Perhaps I’ll sign up for a 5K or finally get disciplined with my belly dance training. Ultimate goal= body like Rachel Brice (not looks, but ability)
Work it: Um, I’m awesome, so I’ve reminded myself to walk, talk, and conduct myself with recognition that I have worth. Yes, I will tell my professor if I don’t like a text. Yes, I will do my grocery shopping in Meijer while dressed in my fox costume on Halloween. Stare in envy of my chutzpah, if you must. I survived Tstan; I’m resilient.