Jesus Was A Hipster (& all the ladies loved him.)
Erin: Tomorrow makes it officially one week. One week of being back. One week in the states. One week. 1 wk.
I'm drained. I'm tired. I'm lost. I'm good. I'm adjusting. I'm uneasy. I'm settled. I'm unsure. I'm nervous.
Erin’s Brain: This is normal. This is ok. This is life. This is- what it is. Breath deep. Exhale. And step back a little, relax and all will fall into place.
You don't need to know what your going to do, or stress about every one else. You just need to take care of your stuff. Some how find the time to do the rest and just relax a little. Be positive. Let go. Paint. Walk. Write.
E- I still feel bombarded.
B-You need to take what comes. Work around the unavoidable. Take care of your needs and what’s important.
I know.
You know.
But I don’t feel like I can do everything I feel I should/need to be doing.
I feel split up, cut up, and I’m still not spreading my self around enough to do all that I feel I need to. And I don’t want to listen to you tell me that it’s ok, because no matter how mush you say this, it doesn’t change that I’m still not getting things done!
It’s all a matter of time. You’re in no rush.
I feel like I am. So, I must be.
Panic?
Manic. I assume. Runs in the family.
You can’t blame others.
I blame me.
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This seems to be the common theme these days. Just asking my self what I need to do what are my goals, my plans, what needs to be done, when can I do it, how am I going to do it. Holding a social life, studying, work, helping out, relationships, having me time, exercising, it all just piles up. And I’m feeling bogged down a little. Not quite overwhelmed, but getting there. Inching my way there. I’ve got this and that to worry about and then all these other things to deal with, then things I just want to do, and some weird feeling of urgency.
Why?
Because.
And that same irritation gets me like it did when I was 3.
And that’s all it is.
Is,
Because.
I'm drained. I'm tired. I'm lost. I'm good. I'm adjusting. I'm uneasy. I'm settled. I'm unsure. I'm nervous.
Erin’s Brain: This is normal. This is ok. This is life. This is- what it is. Breath deep. Exhale. And step back a little, relax and all will fall into place.
You don't need to know what your going to do, or stress about every one else. You just need to take care of your stuff. Some how find the time to do the rest and just relax a little. Be positive. Let go. Paint. Walk. Write.
E- I still feel bombarded.
B-You need to take what comes. Work around the unavoidable. Take care of your needs and what’s important.
I know.
You know.
But I don’t feel like I can do everything I feel I should/need to be doing.
I feel split up, cut up, and I’m still not spreading my self around enough to do all that I feel I need to. And I don’t want to listen to you tell me that it’s ok, because no matter how mush you say this, it doesn’t change that I’m still not getting things done!
It’s all a matter of time. You’re in no rush.
I feel like I am. So, I must be.
Panic?
Manic. I assume. Runs in the family.
You can’t blame others.
I blame me.
________________________________________________
This seems to be the common theme these days. Just asking my self what I need to do what are my goals, my plans, what needs to be done, when can I do it, how am I going to do it. Holding a social life, studying, work, helping out, relationships, having me time, exercising, it all just piles up. And I’m feeling bogged down a little. Not quite overwhelmed, but getting there. Inching my way there. I’ve got this and that to worry about and then all these other things to deal with, then things I just want to do, and some weird feeling of urgency.
Why?
Because.
And that same irritation gets me like it did when I was 3.
And that’s all it is.
Is,
Because.