It's been a shitty day and evening. I've fallen down my snowy stairs, broken a shovel while falling, completely fucked up my hand by punching the shit out of my car, put 2 dents in my car (one from my foot and the other from the broken end of a shovel), and got myself entirely worked up and crying in frustration. Right now, I'm in the worst possible head state. I hate my fucking job. I'm sick of trying to get the science fair in order. I've got a fight coming up that I"m scared shitless about, and I'm back to being paranoid and insecure. The snark has come back in full force. And it now has a busted up right hand. Oh ya, that's good for training. and the one person I can talk to is down at the smithsonian for a month.
I suck.
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You don't suck. And I learned this in Thailand: fear doesn't make you weak - it makes you human. We are not the sum total of our *thoughts*, we are the sum total of our ACTIONS. Go ahead, be afraid. Just do it anyhow. And jebus, quit punching the cars. They always win.
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