Tis the season

I think my recurring case of the Thursdays has been re-caught.  Dang it.  I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was done with the Thursday dreads.  But since every day this week has felt like a Monday, I guess I should just accept this week for what it is.  Since it is going to be day 4 of a case of the Mondays, however, I feel like I am deserving of a little pep talk.  I hope you find it worthwhile as well as you go into my least favorite day of the week.

Hey there, Miss "I post selfies gone horribly wrong and I don't care".  We all know you're making that face because Ammon walked away mid-photo opp.  RUDE.  However, it's the truth that whenever people aren't looking, this has totally been your facial expression this week.  Going back to work after 10 days off is hard, especially when you come back to rent collection week and short-staffing in the office.  It's gross.  And no, you haven't worked out once since your half marathon, and that sucks, because you should probably be pro-active about the Christmas dinner situation, given what happened with Thanksgiving.  There are a lot of things you have been beating yourself up over in the last few days.

But stop it already.  I mean, seriously.  You are sleep deprived.  You are in the middle of finals, and it's the flipping holidays.  The fact that you vaguely know what day it is, where you are, and you can put together work-appropriate outfits is stellar.  Even better is the fact that, despite being behind at work, you are managing to deal with some important things. 

And somehow, you are also managing to keep at this #holidaycleanup Advocare cleanse nonsense.  I mean, you have limited your coffee to one small cup a day, and you committed to NO BEER for 10 days, even with a case of Shiner Cheer that you trekked across 2 state lines sitting in your kitchen. That is phenomenal.  So is the fact that all that holiday weight is melting off like buttah.  Mmmmmmmmm, butter.

If you have gotten through these first 3 days of the week, then these next 2 are going to be a piece of cake.  I mean, you're 60% done, and that's almost good enough to pass a class, right?  Right?

So take a deep breath, pretend your water is coffee, and smile, dang it.  You've got this in the bag.  Things are all looking up from here.  And really, when you're all tiny and stuff after 10 days of Cheer-free living, you will appreciate being festive all the more.  Especially when you bust out your half marathon finisher medal/bottle opener, because that thing never gets old.

'Tis the Season is right, Shiner.  So, so right.

Well, I feel better already.  Have a good day!