Hungry? I didn't think so.

If life was a dinner plate of emotions, mine would be full. Imagine a plate. It can be a piece from your grand mother's fine china cabinet (I won't tattle) or it can be one made out of plastic that makes a clacking sound and doesn't shatter when dropped on a hard wood floor. My plate of the week is made of paper. Anyone who has experience with paper plates knows that they are not the most reliable type of dinnerware and that is exactly why I have chosen it to describe my life this week. As we go through the buffet of emotions that make up my day you will see that my paper plate is becoming quite full. Dangerously full to be exact. In the top right there is a heaping pile of Stomach Ache & Nausea pain that just wont go away. At its opposite, aka the left, resides a half plate full of Tired since it is track season and I never get enough sleep. If you look to the bottom right you will see two scoops of Confidence Troubles. Lastly, in a nice thick gravy-like coating all over the top of my emotional plate I have Stress, Stress, and more STRESS. So much stress that my plate is slowly but surely giving way and will soon splatter all over my lap as I try my hardest to de-stress-ify and remove all that unwanted stress. But I am in too deep and at this point have no idea where to start. Do I play catch up and write all 5 of my missing blogs or do I crank out a shitty Research paper before it is too late? I need to do it ALL and I need to do it now, but I can't get past the stress gravy that is playing with my emotions and making it hard to focus upon one singular thing at a time. As if that wasn't enough, the weight of carrying around this plate is making me one unhappy and very grumpy girl. Today is my sixth month anniversary. A definite record for me yet I cannot seem to enjoy it. I have done more crying and frowning today than smiling and that is not how I want to remember this day. Plus, no matter what I do, I cannot look past my plate and focus on the happy and that is just making me angry. Angry at my plate, but mostly just angry at myself.

"ASDFGHJKL;" <-- that was the sound of my emotional plate finally crumbling to pieces on my lap. UGHHHHH. I just wish it would all go away, but this isn't a Disney movie and I have no magic wand. Somehow I am going to have to figure a way out of this mess and hope that I leave it a STRONGER and BETTER person who has learned her lesson. Wish Me Luck! :/