This week has been mentally and physically exhausting.
I need to get back on my exercise regimen as well as my eating routine. I miss them both.
I didn’t sleep at all last Tuesday night after text messages from the Spaniard. I don’t know if that was the cause, but I feel like it was related. Vertigo kept me bed ridden all day Friday and I was panicking that I wouldn’t be able to shoot Saturdays wedding. I was able to see the doctor, take meds and sleep. I think it helped. I was still dizzy like no ones’ business but I could at least walk without getting the cold chills from the nausea.
I felt like a bad ass pushing through those things for my clients. and I rocked the wedding. Go me.
Huzzah.
The Spaniard rented a house in the hamptons for the summer. He asked when I could make it out. I told him… maybe once. I sent him my schedule. impossible. What are we doing? Is this a waste of time? We have completely opposite schedules. On opposite sides of the country. Crazier things have happened in the world. I guess only time will tell. I’m becoming more skeptical. of him, of this, of men, of my sanity. blah. Will I ever be able to date a normal person and have a real life… ever? Do I want a real life? Insert rabbit hole.
Emotional week. exhausting week. Physically stressed week.
And a new one begins again. Gloreh. Reprieve. a new day.. New faces. New meetings.
Bring life and love and kindness to those I meet. Make them feel validated and valued. This is my desire in how I live my life. Everyone matters. If not to me, to someone. Treat them as such. Too often I get wrapped up in my little whirl wind. Slow down Sarah. Breath.
Breath.
Breath.
Good night Sunday.
I am ready for you Monday.
:kiss:
Quote of the day: “Unless it is mad passionate extraordinary love it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn’t be one of them.” – Dreams from an Insomniac
A-fucking-men.
