Oh dudes, there’s some fairly major shit going down over here at Club allconsuming and no, it doesn’t involve a) being pregnant, b) hospitals, c)marital woes, d)living arrangements or e) any of the above.
I have to by cryptic because it’s all up in the air, hanging on things, lots of things, but it is a game changer.
And my GOD am I scared.
This is my current internal monologue: scared, fear, stress, what if, stress, holy shit, stress, g’ah, risk, risk, scared, risk, fear, holy shit, OMG,OMG, OMG.
Then I try and spin in a few motivational quotes about taking risks and being brave.
Then I stab myself in the neck for being so fucking annoying.
Then I think I might vomit.
Then I eat a shit-load of KFC.
Then I berate myself for eating KFC.
Then I roll a couple of iced donuts.
Then I ensure my self-loathing dial is switched to stratospheric.
Then I cry and be wholly irrational and paranoid.
Then I return to the internal monologue.
And the whole cycle starts all over again.
What do I take from this, apart from the fact my period arrived today. DERRR.
Is it a sign what is on the cards is a bad idea?
What do you do in situations of great change, upheaval? Eat yourself into oblivion? Talk yourself out of it? Ignore the dark whisperings in your heart and strive for the light?