My hair is falling out. No shit it’s falling out in clumps. I’m pretty sure it’s stress related. Who knew I was wound so tight that I’d cause my own hair to fall out? I’d practice yoga but my body is not bendy at all. Knowing my current luck pain would equal more stress because I couldn’t properly do the squatting dog, which would make me bald before the month was out.
I’ve also been crying uncontrollably over songs, small comments I wouldn’t even think twice of and just life being sucky. I don’t dare burden my friends with my problem, I already feel as if most of them have cut me out of their lives because it’s no longer convenient to arrange plans with me. Who knew that taking a job in Seattle would alienate me from the people I thought would stand by me no matter what? It’s an awakening I was not prepared to take on right now.
School is a bright spot. I’m doing really well and my professors think I’m witty and well versed. It helps to have that reinforcement. I’ve also been asked to participate in a training group that will be responsible for training the inter organization’s development team. I’m flying to St. Lewis in July for our first regional meeting.
I cancelled my Myspace page yesterday for several reasons. Mostly when you’re 36 and you get your feelings hurt because someone moves you off their top eight you start to realize that it’s time to stop the madness and forgo your spot in the “popular” club.
Now is the time to go forth and shine.
CHW
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