So it's a familiar sensation.
Not really a pleasant one.. but one that's DEFINITELY familiar.
I've been tearing up a lot lately.
Not really in a 'bad' way though.
I just have a lot of things going on in me right now.
I have for a long time. And it's reaching the point of desperately needing release. But it's not time. My feelings do not know this. My feelings are petulant little kids. My feelings are brats. I have to wave the parental hand and keep them at bay for awhile longer.
My head feels so strange and achey... like someone pumped it full of freon... this.. full .. and achey... but slow and sluggish feeling.
I pulled the hell out of my shoulders today acting like I was about a foot taller than I really am. And I've had coffee sitting out there in the kitchen, all ready for me for a good 15 minutes, but I've been too busy ranting about Debbie at work to give myself the time to go get it.
Some old man called me a 'celtic goddess' today.
Just for deactivating the eas sensor embedded in his shoes.