Yesterday’s alarm clock/CF care time crunch issue has been conquered- for now- by charging my phone in the hallway. My alarm went off at 5 a.m. I had to sojourn the ten feet there, during which time, I woke up enough to next drag myself to the kitchen, make coffee and give myself the 15 glorious minutes minimum I need to start the day off good and proper.
I indulged in conversation last night with my best friend since childhood for a luxurious hour 15 while Mark parented his offspring so we could talk. I woke up still thinking deep thoughts about the call. Amy and I both realized, her first, me, like, yesterday, an incredibly debilitating hang-up we share- the fear of disappointing others. We worked in quashing that, because srsly – who has the time and why are we, grown women, expending any precious mental energy on such thoughts or worry? And where does this come from? Why can’t we do like Elsa says and ‘Let it go’? We could fill a book, but that would cut into my pending 15 minutes of me time. Putting down my phone now. TaTa!