It isn’t that anything majorly bad went wrong, other than two speeding tickets ( I know, I know) and the mail situation in our building being so bad that they are consistently losing our mail and packages I order. It was just that this week I am deeply tired of being me. I know that sounds super dramatic, deeply cynical, and borderline depressing, but let me explain. In general, I feel I have a pretty good view of myself. I am fully aware of the things that I can’t do (CPR, play musical instruments, fit in cute petite clothing, make soup, geography) but also fully cognizant of my actual strengths (plunging toilets, making omelets, throwing dinner parties, finding really good things on clearance racks).
But this week… I am just burnt out on being me. I am rash and impulsive. I speak first and think later. I break things all the time. I fall a lot. I am always rushing, rushing, rushing. The result is the aforementioned tickets, the fact that I have broken all but 3 of the dinner glasses we got for our wedding, I’m always having to apologize for things I’ve said, and James got whacked in the eye with my elbow at least 4 times this week. And it is only Thursday.
This week, I am just deeply frustrated with my own flawed humanity. But then again, aren’t we all?
*Quote is from the commentary that my dad wrote on Judges that I am finally reading, and I may be biased, but it is pretty awesome. Oh, and those pictures have absolutely nothing to do with this post other than being brooding and moody, and I hate having posts with no pictures.