looking forward to tomorrow

[collwen]

It'll be a different day. And I'll be heading down to the Stronghold after work to visit for the night and recharge a little before meeting up with my mom and brother for more packing.

Need to remember to get boxes- we ran out while packing the kitchen and haven't gotten the dishes packed yet. Still have the dining room and the living room to do.

And I'm hoping not to get a phone call. Or at least if I do it's not bad news. My Aunt Joyce (my maternal uncle's wife) is on her way to a hospital in NYC (Mt. Sinai I think) and is high on the liver transplant list. Now, while I haven't been nearly as close to her as I was with my Aunt Glady, I still don't want to lose someone else in my family.

Between that and the feeling like I'm fighting that I'm just a fat, ugly, dumb, no-taste trailer-trash nobody makes me very interested in tomorrow getting here.

Comments

[auntiero.livejournal.com]

I feel your pain, sweetie. We are our own worst critics and always will be. It's recognizing that (which you've done) and trusting our friends and loved ones enough when they tell us how marvelous, accomplished, pretty, smart, whatever we are.

*hugs*

You're going through a lot of upheaval right now. Just remember, this too shall pass.

Now remember to breathe. :)

[collwen.livejournal.com]

*breathe in*
*breathe out*

Yeah, it's a funk.

It's not so much trusting them, but accepting and internalizing the good things that your friends and loved ones and work associates tell you, and not letting the imagined/blown out of proportion negative things get in the way and run rampant in your head.