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back in the saddle


Once school started I kind of disappeared for a while. I started saying no. This has been liberating. I have never really seen myself as much of a pleaser......but have always been super overcommitted. I don't do anything well, so I just do lots of everything. I am also super extroverted and hate to miss out. A new school year, a new job and some new added stress ( all work related) gave me an excuse to NOT go to 4 parties, 2 soccer practices, 1 writers group ( sorry girls) and 1 wedding over the last 2 weeks. No I haven't been holed up in my house....I have just been exceptionally choosy. I have been home more weeknights than I haven't for the first time since I got my driver's liscence. My small group has been put on hold. I quit my coed team ( still on a women's) and one of my mom's groups has been weeded out. It has been contagious. I haven't blogged, I haven't cooked, I haven't cleaned and I haven't worked out.

Well, I decided last week was the week for my slow return. I cooked twice and am learning to actually eat leftovers. I worked out twice and slept soooo much better. I went to the Tech game ( wreck em'). I went out with friends. I went to book club. I just got home from a birthday party. But........I plan on keeping no in my vocabulary. Ordering pizza tonight and taking an afternoon nap. I am hoping to only make a partial return.

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Alyssa said…
It's good to have you back!!!
September 8, 2007 at 1:52 PM
spaghettipie said…
Good for you! You keep practicing saying no to things, except for when I call you.

When does school get out again?
September 10, 2007 at 9:26 PM
onevoice said…
No does feel good sometimes...but please, oh please, don't leave us at FWWG :)
September 16, 2007 at 9:04 PM
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