Over-thinking during "that time"

So, I admit I have a problem during "my time" of the month.  Probably TMI for any guys out there that actually read this, but I feel like I just need to discuss it.  Well, I don't need to . . .  but I will.  My problem is simple: I over-analyse EVERYTHING.  This is just my normal "What is he thinking?" sort of thing.  This is the "What does that mean?" "Why did she do that?" "Am I doing something wrong?" "What does this mean?" "Did he mean to do that?" "Will I ever achieve my dreams?"  etc. etc.

So what is the best method for trying to wash this stuff away? Tell myself:

Reframe.
And then sleep.

~E. M. Peterson

Rain in the Morning

I love to wake up to rain in the morning when I don't have to get up.  It is wonderful.  Yet at the same time, then I never want to get up.  But look! I did it!  So proud.  Now I just need to do other stuff.  Like clean this  half-mess of a room.  I have a walking path to things, there are just little scenic scatterings of papers off the the sides of them. Alright, it's 10:00.  I should probably start getting ready for the day.
List of things to do:
*Finish getting people's birthday's
*Go work out
*Go write at Caribou
*Clean Room
*Go visit my friend at her work
I think that should be enough for now.  Today is definitely going to be a relaxing day for me.  I want to go slow and steady.  I should also apply for another job.

*Apply for another job

There! Now I'm all set.  Let's go!

~E. M. Peterson

Calming down the Storm

So this week has been a roller coaster of who knows what.  Oi, I'm sure people are just about done with my dramatic mood swings and terrifyingly bad depression episodes (Note: I'm not clinically depressed, I just hit rock bottom pretty hard this week).  But I finally decided to use up some vacation time now.  So I've requested a few days off which should help immensely.  It's just depressing right now, you know?  I sit at meals with friends who are either going to amazing places or doing great things (even if they aren't 100% happy with it).  Meanwhile I sit there sipping on my water, for fear of ordering any real thing, trying not thing think about the facts that I: live with my parents, have another loan kicking off officially, still haven't found a new job, and keep getting rejections for my writing.  And of course, I'm single, which I'm still learning to deal with it.  And I'm practically having to take happiness-classes.  I'm following this wonderful blog called "The Happiness Project" and watching a lot of "The Conversation".  Luckily it is helping me focus once more on my goals in life, including becoming published.  And writing in general.
I feel like I should also apologize to anyone who actually reads my blog.  I haven't been very happy or comical lately but hopefully I can lighten things up a bit.  Anyways, it is late and I'm tired.  Tomorrow is a new day.

~E. M. Peterson

Start of a New Week

As I'm sitting here, typing away while staring at the collection of water on my window sill, I'm realizing I should probably get some breakfast.  And also that it is going to be super hot outside.  Goodie.  I do so love the humidity (insert sarcasm here).  This weekend was both a success and a lazy one.  I cleaned a bit, got a lot of writing done, but saw no one really.  Oi, time for work already. . .how did that happen?

~E. M. Peterson

Feels a bit like I'm a bit in over my head.

Babies

I'm so exhausted from this week and all I've done.  It's been rough.  I mean, roughest of the rough.  I had screaming babies, spit up on every single outfit, jobs rejecting me again and again, mother nature knocking, and my hormones driving me up the way.  I feel like I'm fighting against a wall of fire.  It's moments like these that I want to wave up to the sky and say, "Hey, big boss up there.  Whatcha doing?  Do I get a break anytime soon?"  Seriously.  One thing after another!  I mean I just called up my friend and almost had another breakdown.  I've had 5 mini-almost ones and 1 giant one.  I don't need to do this again.  I just want to sleep for the rest of the day, but I do have things to do.  I have jobs to apply for, rooms to clean, bills to pay, the works.  I should probably fit in some "me" time, but it's not easy.  I'll afford it once I can pay off one of my student loans.  Alright, I'm off to try and succeed in life.  Here's to holding on hope!

~E. M. Peterson

Boys

There should be an app for translating boy-speak.  And vis-versa for girls too I suppose. I admit, I'm not exactly the simplest of puzzles.  I tend to throw a few pieces and there, making it a bit of a scavenger hunt for men.  But at least I'm honest! And who doesn't like a scavenger hunt?  So if I have any guy readers (or any readers at all) feel free to chime in for what I'm doing wrong/right.
Here are a list of rules I've been told I should follow for guys from a guy.  My friend and I have been, admittedly, experimenting with this theory.

1) If you texted him last, wait at least 48 hours before texting him again.

2) If he gives you a two word answer, the conversation is finished unless, of course, it ends in a question.  Wait for the guy to say something next.  If he REALLY wants to continue to conversation, he will.

And overall, I suppose, that means I just need to be patient.  I've gotten a lot better at it but I'm still a wee shaking on that sort of thing.  Patience has never come easy to me.  But I am getting better.  It helps to work at a daycare where children tend to need to eat at the same time.

Alright, time to go eat something Mom made.  And then I should probably clean this room up.  It's a mess once more.

~E .M. Peterson

Drama Drama Drama (It's all in your head)

Ah! I'm finally home and I am happy.  I just need to relax and sleep.  And yet, I am so bored!  Welcome to my confusing life.  And thought process for that matter.  Anyways, wedding time.


So my cousin's wedding was absolutely beautiful and a lot of fun for the most part.  I got to see my family, I got to sweat outside (not nearly as bad as Friday though!), and I got to try and not cry when my grandpa's love letter got read.

Look at how beautiful my cousin is! (Hint: she the girl)  Not say that my cousin-in-law(?) isn't nice looking.  He's actually quite hilarious.  

Her colors were yellow and grey.

I loved it. So simple and elegant :)  

By far my favorite moment though was:

Cue little girl dumping the flower petals out all at once.  Best. Flower. Girl. Ever.

But, as I predicted, we couldn't pass on some awkward moments.  First off, let me prep you for how my emotions were at the time of the main 'incident'. 1) I was exhausted from traveling the night before and getting little sleep (Dad snores).  2) We went shopping earlier that day so I was tired of deal with people by midday.  3) I woke up a 7 AM to workout so I was even more tired.  4) I am at a wedding.  Of course I am thinking of how wonderful it is but I'm also thing about how very single I am.  5)  Practically everyone there was a couple.  

Fast forward!  People are drinking, people are smoking and dancing, etc.

My Uncle, who I do love, somehow misunderstood my Mom.  I guess my aunts and Mom were talking about who would be the next to get married.  SOMEHOW I got brought up.  And Mom said, "No, highly unlikely.  They broke up and are a bit up and down right now."  I think that translated into: "They did break up but they keep getting back together and breaking up".  Which is not the case.  So my Uncle is going to say goodbye and before he goes he says, "I heard you were the next one up!"  I was speechless.  "No, I'm pretty sure I'm not," I smile and replied. "No no! I don't think so! From what I've heard, you are next!" And then he laughed and walked away.  Awesome.  Then they start playing all the couple songs.  In a row.  Not cool, Mr. DJ.  Not cool. 

So overall, I did well. Then at the end I teetered on an emotional breakdown.  Fantastic.  

But now I'm home and exhausted. But at least it is sunny!  And cooler!  That's all that I have for right now.  I'm off to clean my room!

~E. M. Peterson

Weddings

So here I am getting ready for a wedding. By sitting around at home, waiting for my sister and Dad to return.  Oi, oi.  I'm pretty excited for this wedding, but I admit that it may be uncomfortable.  Most of my cousins have their significant others and three are pregnant. Not to mention the one cousin is getting married.  And then there is me.  I'm newly single (since February), and I'm not one to boast about it.  I was in love with my best friend, got my heartbroken after a year and a half of dating, and continue to be friends with him.  Yup, I'm that girl.  But my ex is a great guy and, like I said, my best friend.  No offense, but I don't want to lose that friendship.  So there I will be at the wedding!  Single and awkward.  Plus, I don't drink.  And all my cousins do (well minus the pregnant women).  So that's always a wonderful moment when they pout and poke fun at me.  I am not a wet blanket, though.  Don't worry.  I tease them back, and I still act goofy around them. 

Ah!  There is a car door!  Dad must be home.  Which means, it is time for me to head out for a long drive over to Wisconsin. I always think it's 6 hours but it's more like 4 or 5.  Trust me, that's more than enough time for putting my sister and I in close quarters.  We love each other, but its a car.  And we are two different people.  And we tend to like space.  


Oi.  Well, here we go! 


And now that I think about it, my Dad snores.  UGH.  YAY FAMILY TRIPS!

~E. M. Peterson