OK, maybe not a tribute to Mel, but I keep thinking of him singing that song, "High annnnnnnzzzzzziety!!!"
I've been worried about everything lately. How much money I (don't) have, how stable is my job, what if I get laid off, how do I go about rebuilding my savings, what will I do when the Beast dies (she's about 87 in people years), what if I never reach my goal weight, what if I do and then regain it all...
I tell you, sometimes my brain is an exhausting place to live in. Wildly entertaining, but exhausting.
So I'm trying to let go, and live one day at a time (thanks for the reminder, TinaM!).
Is it bad if I say that I'm starting this tomorrow?