On Letting Go

Sometimes I get in these ruts of overthinking things and maybe caring too much about stuff.  I blame my incessant need to have the future overly planned out (hello, control issues!), but at times it gets to be more than I can handle.  Ahem, an example.

This weekend we’ve got Rockies game, Avs game, Easter baking, Easter celebrating, make up and hair trials for the wedding, then come the work week, it’s two more birthday celebrations and another Rockies game.  Whoa!  Already, my brain is like “when will I have time to work out?” “when will I have time to cook so that we have stuff to bring to work for lunch?” “when will I fit in that 4 mile run I promised I’d go on in an attempt to be ready for the Bolder Boulder next month?” “and when will I even have time to go to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for the dessert I volunteered to make for Easter?!”

And I could spend a bunch of time incessantly planning out how to fit all of those things into the next few days, but… I just don’t want to.  It’s exhausting and a waste of what time I do have.  So what if I go 5 days without working out or GASP! have to buy lunch on the fly because I didn’t have time to put together a perfectly balanced meal at home.  I will live and life will go on.  Plus all those worrisome thoughts are just taking up space in my head that should only be filled with the idea of how much fun the next few days are going to be!  And sometimes, feeling out of control can be pretty freeing.

Life is about to get all kinds of busy.  Birthdays, wedding showers, bachelorette parties, actual weddings and vacations are all coming up fast and while my first instinct might be to go into a tailspin of anxiety, instead I’m going to remind myself that that’s a lot of incredibly exciting things to be busy with.  And that I might just have to give up some control in order to fully enjoy it all.

Happy Thursday, you all!

Friday Confessions

Confession #1: I was tempted to title this post something with “Weekend” in it.  You know, to keep in line with the rest of this week’s posts.

Confession #2: It’s been five days and I am still obsessively thinking (and talking…poor Joey) about the season finale of Shameless.  It’s borderline unhealthy.  That scene where Debbie recognized Ian’s depression and said, “Yeah, we know what this is” will haunt my dreams forever.

Confession #3: I adore eating breakfast at the kitchen island every morning.  So much better than sitting on the couch.

Confession #4: I let Joey talk me into getting sandwiches at our favorite local shop before the Rockies game on Tuesday.  Pretty sure this is the start of a bad expensive habit.

Confession #5: I’m over any temperatures below 70 degrees and weather that’s anything less than sunny.

Confession #6: I’m having a La Croix thing.  A “drink one daily” thing.  Because one a day keeps the doctor away.  That’s a saying that refers to sparkling water, right?

Confession #7: I’ve spent my entire life thinking all of Europe drove on the opposite side of the road, until, in the middle of a riveting Rick Steves’ TV special, I was told otherwise.  Turns out only the UK drives on the opposite side.  HOW HAVE I GONE MY WHOLE LIFE BEING MISINFORMED ABOUT THAT?

Confession #8: I have way too many pictures of food on my phone and not enough pictures of people.  Below is my lame attempt to remedy that.

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A happy happy Friday to you all!