Shaking It Off

This weekend I have been funky and foul. Friday I was exhausted and disillusioned and came home and fought with The Sensation over something ridiculous. Saturday, I woke up feeling icky so I stayed in my bed all day long. I got up to eat and to go to the bathroom. Was it necessary for me to take to my bed? No, it was a bit extra, but it gave me time to think. Somewhere between Saturday at midnight and Sunday at 2 am, I decided I needed to shake it off. In the words of Ghandi, I needed to be the change I wanted to see in the world, and if not the world, then at least in my life. In order to do that I had to get it together.

Sunday, I felt like a changed bee. I got up, hit the gym, went to brunch with my old boss, discussed my resume and how I could update it to start to see what the job market has to offer, counted points like a champ, and finally changed my calendar from September to October. I then realized that I had missed a friend's birthday. I was too ashamed to call (most of you know that I'm the queen of the cards so missing an event is akin to an earthquake in my world) so I went and got a card from Target and it is currently sitting on the shelf by my door ready for mailing. This morning I decided that I can't figuratively clean my house if I don't literally clean my house so I've started to clean. I've tackled the bathroom and the kitchen so far and I've got a ton more to do. I've mopped and scrubbed and started to do the laundry, but as we all know it has to get worse before it gets better. I still have more to do and I will be tired by the end of the day, but that is okay because I am shaking it off.