I'm 30 this year, I have two beautiful children who drive me bonkers, a very handsome firefighter/paramedic husband who drives me bonkers, two dogs who drive me bonkers so I run. Actually that was just a great side effect of the running... the whole break from the testosterone filled home and all.
I have anxiety and panic attacks. I don't have them as bad as I used to. I haven't had to be sedated for one in years. But now I live with a low level of anxiety all the time instead of them just hitting me out of no where. I'm not sure what is worse, them coming on... then going away or me living with this tight squeezing feeling in your chest all the time. The running seems to be helping me with that.
I'm a flake, or a procrastinator. Right now I need to be doing laundry. REALLY NEED to be doing laundry. I should also be vacuuming and mopping the floors. BUT the bathrooms are clean, the living room and the kitchen is clean and the freezer is cleaned out. I really need to go through our linen closet today though.
I avoid things that have big potential to disappoint me or may lead to me failing at them. HMmm.... like how I should be going to school but I can't seem to make an appointment to see the councilor because I don't want him to say I have to take a million classes since I've been out of school forever, or that I have to take remedial classes since its been so freaking long. I'm especially afraid of not having the time to study and finish my assignments or getting a bad grade on a test that I poured my heart and soul into. So I just don't do it. Stupid I know. Gotta get over that one.
I love photography. I take pix part time for some side $. This is truly my passion and hopefully some day I can get my arse in gear and make it more of a career.