Tuesday, October 4, 2016
putting on my big girl panties
Whilst I was lying awake in an anxiety-drenched stupor this morning, I gave myself a lecture. I had forgotten who I was. I'm not some sniveling little coward who sits in corners. I'm motherfkn Wendy! My brother reminded me last week what a bad-ass I used to be. When did that change? How did I pick up so much fear?
I've been through many hurricanes, albeit none of them solo. But my ex didn't have any special weather powers (that I know of). I can do this on my own. I'm the one with the Lucky Goat Milk. This storm won't kill me, although it may destroy my home. As long as I can keep Kitten and myself safe, I can do this.
I've started moving my patio furniture inside. It's quality stuff, so it's heavy. And I have a lot somehow. I'm almost half done, but I had to rest. I suppose I workout to be able to lift my own furniture, as well as to open my own peanut butter jars. I have a few extra bruises I didn't have before. And I'm hoping I don't have any extra spiders or crawlies inside that I didn't have before. But I can do this. I've been through it before. Many times.