Well, well, well. Look who decided to finally come back from the dead—or at least the super-busy-and-stressed-so-I-might-as-well-be-dead. Working an 8-5 job when your job actually consists of a job an a half and simultaneously trying to maintain some semblance of a social life isn’t exactly a walk in the park. Oh God, I could totally go for one of those right now.
Trying to juggle life and work and family and consequently having a panic attack in a crowded bar on Halloween has taught me a few things about stress and anxiety: it’s not worth it. I realized this while devouring an overflowing bowl of my mother’s famous split pea soup and vegging out like a stoner at a Dead concert last week. (Sidenote: by “famous split pea soup”, I mean one of my friends asks to be warned two days in advance of when it’s made so she can clear her schedule and devote her full attention to it—it hasn’t, like, been featured on the food channel or Martha Stewart or the Today Show or anything [but Jesus, it should]). Continue reading