Cellophane

I notice when I am being too transparent. I notice it right in the moment when I am saying the words that I should just not say. I hate it. Immediately after the words have left my lips I want to grab them all back. I want to be more clothed. I enjoy being nude; I don't enjoy being naked.

As I get older, I feel like there are more things in life to hold precious, to keep close. I haven't had a lot of practice at that. I know how to change habits. I explain to people everyday how to change habits. I've done it in my life before. I want to change this habit of being a piece of cellophane.

Less cellophane.

More clothing.

Habit changing commencing.

Can't sleep

I'm awake. I've been awake since 3am. I can't sleep. I want so much to sleep, but it evades me. Instead, my mind obsesses over things I could have said, should have said. I am my own worst enemy.

Obsessing over these details is a waste of time and sleeping hours. I know this, yet my mind will not turn itself off. I also know this is part of my PMS. I love being a woman, but this PMS thing is wearing me out.

I want to stay in bed today. I want to have the luxury of embracing sleep when it graces me with its presence. 2D Girl + PMS + sleeplessness + work = bad news.

Please, oh, please, I just want to sleep. Sleeeeeeep. Sleeeeeeeeeeeep. Pleeeeaaasse, let me sleeeeeeeeeep.

Great hubby handles PMS like a pro!

Before I cuddle up to my Hubby in bed, I want to tell you again how great he is.

Tonight I met up with Hubby at Smokeless Joe's on John Street, after I had my fill at Body Blitz. Usually Body Blitz cures all that ails me, but tonight it just didn't. It wasn't that the soothing Blitz waters were lacking. My PMS neediness arrived today, started hanging around and wouldn't take the hint to SHOVE OFF. I am thankful that I could identify this and explain to Hubby. He pulled my bar chair right next to his, put his manly man arm around me and the world started to seem right again.

Sigh. I'm lucky.