1. Sometimes I have text my sister before leaving for work in the morning to make sure I look presentable. Sometimes I have to text her three times. Today was that day.
She gave me a cute shirt for Christmas and I thought it was finally warm enough to wear something other than huge bulky sweaters (spoiler alert - I was wrong). Whenever I wear something other than a sweater that I've owned for a minimum of six years, I get serious anxiety about showing up to work looking like the dork who tried to dress like one of the cool girls. This persists even though I don't, in fact, work on the set of Clueless.
|This final product|
3. I have the world's smallest bladder, so any activity that requires prolonged time away from a bathroom causes me severe anxiety. (Side note - that's the second time I've used that phrase in one blog post, I should really seek help.) That state testing that I won't shut up about falls into that category. Last year, I implemented a very specific three pronged approach to make it through. One of the prongs is going into the test dehydrated. I ran three miles on my new favorite toy, the treadmill this morning. I didn't drink any water and when you insist on sleeping in tropical temperatures and then running immediately after waking up, you work up quite a sweat. The good news is that I was once again successful with my state testing plan, the bad news is that purposely dehydrating yourself 3 days before a marathon is pretty dumb.
4. I hate texting people without iphones, because they can't see Emojis. I'm forced to use only this crap - :) or :( and can't express my real range of emotions. If you are one of these people, here are just a small fraction of the emojis that exist.
|There are soooooo many more.|
5. Eric made me an amazing turkey burger last night, and I made pretty delicious sweet potato fries, and it was all so good I just knew it was an instagram worthy dinner. I don't think I've ever had a turkey burger in my life, but feel free to contradict that Mom and Dad. I can't figure out how to turn that into a confession, unless I confess that it was a gluten free meal, or as I like to call it, out of bread. Unless sweet potatoes have gluten.
6. This is the forecast for my race.
Quick, help me out with a backup excuse in case things go to hell on Sunday! I can always use that I was trying to cut down on sugar before the race and I failed. Again.
What seemingly innocuous things cause you severe anxiety?