So I’ve had a weird couple of weeks. I went to a wedding this weekend. That wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was how my schedule got all screwy and took my life with it.
When my friend Colleen got engaged, I promised her that I would wear a specific dress to her wedding. I asked my grandmother to make me the dress but I asked her when I was a size 12. Fast forward to a week before said wedding, and I’m on the phone with her while wearing size 6 jeans. I was nervous. I came home to get refitted, and to hang out with some people I missed. It was a great trip home albeit very short, but in retrospect I think it wasn’t the best idea.
I left home later in the day than I wanted to. The three-hour drive was easy as far as traffic goes, but emotionally I was a wreck. I did not want to go back to work. It’s a damn good thing that Lego was still up in Coatesville because I would have called it quits right then. But I forced myself north through tears and a lot of probably unnecessary drama.
I got back to Coatesville an hour past my bedtime. My room was piled high with crap, so much that I could not see the floor. My fridge was basically empty. Despite the late hour, I got all my stuff ready for the next day because I knew it was going to be a rough morning the next day.
And it was. I forgot my lunch. The candy I had for breakfast made my tummy hurt. And I started bawling while doing stalls. Always a great sign. I talked to Jane about it. And in typical tough love Jane fashion, she got me to take responsibility for the whole crappy situation, with a lot of sobbing on my part. Which is good (the responsibility part, not the sobbing). It’s what I needed. That doesn’t mean I liked it. It doesn’t mean that I didn’t use an ungodly amount of tissues.
So I got it together. Not immediately of course. I forgot my lunch the next two days too. Luckily Alyssa always brings candy or cookies. I balanced those out by eating spinach for my other meals. But I cut down on the sugar. I ran. I unearthed some of my floor.
On Saturday, I met my parents to pick up my dress. They bought me dinner. The leftovers are in my fridge. Did I mention that my parents are perfect? I went to the wedding and had an absolutely wonderful time. I watched the most perfect couple I know, Colleen and Steven get married. I saw friends I hadn’t seen in years. We ate a lot of food. And I danced like an absolutely spastic maniac.
So now I’m sitting in my room, admiring the floor that I unearthed, and feeling pretty content. My room is clean. My fridge is full (thanks to my parents). And I’m back on track working my way towards my goals.