- Working on my step 1 sex inventory: its just too graphic and painful, like picking at a scab and then scrutinizing it
- Doing laundry: Don't really have a problem with the washer/dryer part but can't seem to get myself to sort, fold and put away so theres a mountain of clothing sitting on the bed of the guest bedroom. Poor Adam had to sleep amongst it last weekend.
- Art: Im scared that if I start working on something I just won't end up going for my HR Recruitment and Selection class where we are doing resume critiques today
- Homework for HR class: I did half my homework but the professor has this policy that if you let her know that you don't have the homework on the sign in sheet, she lets you turn it in next week without penalizing you
- Texting fellows for support: I'm on day 3 and having a really rough time. Mom, my primary cheerleader for the past couple of days, just left for India.
- Journalling: Nothing takes the pain away like writing it out in a journal. Not even typing it out...just something about putting pen to paper is so soothing
- Making phone calls to figure out weekend social plans. Part of me just wants to isolate and the other part thinks that I have so much reading and homework to catch up on that maybe its best to have a light weekend...and yet another part just wants to fuck it all and have a good time
Day 3 letting go piece by piece hour by hour. today I let go...biting and bruises
- Doing laundry: Don't really have a problem with the washer/dryer part but can't seem to get myself to sort, fold and put away so theres a mountain of clothing sitting on the bed of the guest bedroom. Poor Adam had to sleep amongst it last weekend.
- Art: Im scared that if I start working on something I just won't end up going for my HR Recruitment and Selection class where we are doing resume critiques today
- Homework for HR class: I did half my homework but the professor has this policy that if you let her know that you don't have the homework on the sign in sheet, she lets you turn it in next week without penalizing you
- Texting fellows for support: I'm on day 3 and having a really rough time. Mom, my primary cheerleader for the past couple of days, just left for India.
- Journalling: Nothing takes the pain away like writing it out in a journal. Not even typing it out...just something about putting pen to paper is so soothing
- Making phone calls to figure out weekend social plans. Part of me just wants to isolate and the other part thinks that I have so much reading and homework to catch up on that maybe its best to have a light weekend...and yet another part just wants to fuck it all and have a good time
Day 3 letting go piece by piece hour by hour. today I let go...biting and bruises
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