July 17, 2018.
I’m stressed from trying not to stress.
In order to not stress and to leave the office and go have my life and not work on weekends, I am accepting the following:
- People are annoyed at me
- Things are late
- Things are behind
- Things don’t look as good as they could
- People call and complain
It is easier to be on top of things when you just accept that you’ll have to work extra and then you just do it.
But then from working extra at the office you start to feel so crummy and sludgy and un-alive.
I’m trying not to focus so much on weight so I made this chart about other things:
I thought it was pretty. That one is a cumulative chart. Here’s the day by day:
Making charts really soothes me. At home and at the office. I think I have terrible PMS today. My organs feel like they are bathing in pure rage.
The last one I made is for my eating habits.
Last night I went into three hours of hyper-focus on my book project. But now I’m just lying on the bed spacing out. It’s too hot out. I don’t even want to go to the lake. I think… I don’t want to cross any streets to get there. I’m just done crossing streets for today.
Lil is a writer and editor in Seattle. Her writing on comics, books, and life has appeared in Paste Magazine, STACKEDD, Newsarama, Panel Patter, The Wind-Up Books Chronicle, Mining Transport, the only way out is through (TOWOIT), and The Naive Review. She's also started posting some essays more cleanly at Medium, now that she's cluttered up her Wordpress blog with angry bulleted lists, White House briefing transcripts, and so many screenshots of tweets. Twitter is @lilwould.