You guys, I’m so crabby. It’s a -30 windchill in Minnesota today, I’m on day 3 of a Whole30 plus cutting out coffee, and all I want to do is curl back up in bed and hibernate until we leave for Miami in a month.
First world problems, right? The girl who just got back from a week in wine country and leaves in a month for Miami/Puerto Rico is bitching about the cold and about her self-inflicted dietary habits? HA.
It’s been a doozy of a last few days. I’m sleeping terribly…a recurring nightmare I haven’t had for years has started to pop back up, and every time I have it I find myself wide awake in a cold sweat panic for at least a half hour. The cold and wind is sapping me of my will to live just as fast as it’s sapping every last bit of moisture from my cracked lips and desiccated hands. The new year started with unresolved weirdness. Bottom line: I don’t feel like the best version of myself at the moment.
So I’m sitting here, eating an absurdly sweet orange, listening to Mozart, and it’s making me feel marginally less bleh about everything. I tend to put on my sunshine-iest face here, because what’s the point of being a cranky bitch on the internet? But today called for a little moment of honesty. I’m just putting a good face on it all because if I give in to January, ON JANUARY 5TH, I’m going to feel like even more of a loser. So here’s to a little Vitamin C for my attitude…oranges, Mozart, texts with a friend, a lengthy reading list and a mid-day escape to the company gym for a little sweat. Here’s to putting on a happy face, even in the face of eyelash-freezing cold. Most of all, at this point, here’s to “holy shit 26 days til February.”