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One step at a time...
Okay, morning freakout is over. Many thanks to everyone who was nice to me and patted me and said "there-there" while I spazzed out. Many thanks especially to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
toughlovemuse for talking me down from the well-known metaphorical ledge and for letting me whine to her about very trivial things.
I keep trying to remind myself that growth is an organic process, and that I can't rush it. One step at a time, and sometimes you have to take a few steps backward in order to find your balance again.
Work kept me busy, which is good. I'm now tired as all get-out, and going to bed soon.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. That means pulling out the shovel and preparing to dig out the car, since there's going to be sixteen feet of snow according to the forecast. I shall be spending the evening treating car alarms. Now that's what I call romance. :)
I am probably going to make myself unpopular by mentioning that I like Valentine's Day. The same way I like Christmas and Easter and Hallowe'en and Thanksgiving. Yes, the holiday is overly commercial and may have been invented by Hallmark for all I know, and no it's not a good excuse not to be loving the other 365 days of the year. However, humans are fallible creatures, prone to forgetting important things like maintaining relationships. So it's nice to A) have a day that celebrates love in general, and B) to have a gentle reminder that, hey, since you love your girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband/significant other/fuckpuppet, why not do something special to remind said girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband/significant other/fuckpuppet of that?
What can I say? I'm just a romantic in pragmatist's clothing.
toughlovemuse for talking me down from the well-known metaphorical ledge and for letting me whine to her about very trivial things.I keep trying to remind myself that growth is an organic process, and that I can't rush it. One step at a time, and sometimes you have to take a few steps backward in order to find your balance again.
Work kept me busy, which is good. I'm now tired as all get-out, and going to bed soon.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. That means pulling out the shovel and preparing to dig out the car, since there's going to be sixteen feet of snow according to the forecast. I shall be spending the evening treating car alarms. Now that's what I call romance. :)
I am probably going to make myself unpopular by mentioning that I like Valentine's Day. The same way I like Christmas and Easter and Hallowe'en and Thanksgiving. Yes, the holiday is overly commercial and may have been invented by Hallmark for all I know, and no it's not a good excuse not to be loving the other 365 days of the year. However, humans are fallible creatures, prone to forgetting important things like maintaining relationships. So it's nice to A) have a day that celebrates love in general, and B) to have a gentle reminder that, hey, since you love your girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband/significant other/fuckpuppet, why not do something special to remind said girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband/significant other/fuckpuppet of that?
What can I say? I'm just a romantic in pragmatist's clothing.