I’m a woman of many battlefronts.
While this may appeal to the soldiers in the crowd, the crazy girl in the middle is rather mortified by it all.
My cringe-worthy skirmish today is with Food.
I don’t trust it.
Haven’t for decades. Would break off all relations with it, if I could.
But since I can’t, I’ve decided to launch a few feeler attacks into its camps. Take control of my fear by conquering it bit by bit.
Last night, I ate potato chips without a Pepcid.
This morning, I consumed oatmeal.
It’s up in the air if I survive until afternoon.
Bottom line: Battlefields of the mind are often cloaked in stupid.
Until Wednesday (travel day tomorrow)…