No see. But here I am, drinking pomelo juice and thinking about which color to paint my nails next: red, black or the same dark blue almost black that's already on them. They are chipped and in a drastic need of a manicure, however I am not willing to spend the time on that. I have British crime shows to watch - and night shifts, again.
Things have changed. I have changed. Ever since the therapy, of course, but before that... 2016 started with the change - and with great time spent on the slopes. Lately though, I am enjoying this change even more. I have not only the freedom for it, but the time and the means. It's the easiness of it all that scares me. But I guess that's what a comfortable life offers, right? And there's always depression and anxiety peeking around the corner, patiently waiting. Only I am more prepared now and not as scared. In the end, life is not pink, but when I understand the point of it all (spoiler alert, there is none), I take things less seriously, live lightly and enjoy life more. Take advantage of it, you know?
That being said, adult-like-things are still on the list. And they freak the hell out of me. I can feel the anxiety sneaking in just when I think about them and my first instinct is to mail or call my therapist and schedule an appointment. Which is a much better way to deal with this than a panic attack.
We are buying a car... possibly this year, and that scares me a lot.
|Yes, I only have pictures with pajamas.|