Yesterday it all came to a head and I spent the better part of the evening a'sobbing away. I soon realized that I wasn't even upset anymore. I just needed that crazy release. I reached out to everyone on my short list of people who have really seen me mental and got the reassurance I so needed.
Cathartic.
To be fair to myself, I haven't been able to work out at.all. since my foot injury and there has been no where for the negative energy to go. Crying seems the natural alternative. When I started crying during "Sexy and I Know It" it occurred to me that I might be dealing with a sliiiiiight monthly hormonal surge that has been plaguing me since I was 13. The constant slamming of my teenaged daughters door provided further evidence that my problem might be driven more by physiology and not Daddy Issues.
Ignoring all rationalisation I managed to get myself home, bid a final farewell to the lovely Mr. M (who, objectively speaking, is waaaay too good for me :o) ) go on the most pitiful half run/half limp, eat a LOT of ice cream and
Anyhoo....to reward myself for my self serving I am fleeing the city for the evening but not before shelling out an arm and a leg for a new haircut and colour.
ABOVE AND BEYOND!!!
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