Thursday, July 26, 2007

Maybe we can sleep in, make you banana pancakes, pretend like it's the weekend now

I have been "diagnosed" as a people pleaser. Meaning that instead of expressing my own interests I will conform to the interest around me in order to confirm. Well, it is funny that I actually feel bad about the following post. You see, I made the Banana Republic order and I don't want those of you who offered an opinion to "feel bad" (my therapist calls this awfulizing...that I expect the worst before it happens, usually to an unrealistic extent) that I did not follow your suggestion. Enough blabbering...here are the results:




Things are going well at work, staying busy which keeps my mind moving and not worrying...all good!
On the sadder side of things I am still a sack of lazy bones...
Take Care!
Molly

But the telephone singing
ringing it's too early
don't pick it up
we don't need to we got everything
we need right here
and everything we need is enough
just so easy
when the whole world fits inside of your arms
do we really need to pay attention to the alarm? (Jack Johnson)

4 comments:

momo said...

awfulizing, great word and one i can completely relate to.

enjoy your new clothes!

Lisa - Slow & Steady said...

Molly - you asked for opinions, took them into consideration, and made a final decision. I don't think you need to feel bad about anthing. Surely you didn't expect everyone to have the exact same suggestions, did you? ;)

Jennifer Djordjevic said...

Hi Molly! Looks like I'm too late to choose. But I bet they'd all look great on you. Sorry you had such a rough day the other day. It sucks when anxiety hits like that. It's like "why me and why now". Sometimes it just is what it is. But you got through it! That's amazing and a great accomplishment. I'm with you on the gym thing - I hate when I haven't gone in a week or so. Take care!

Dying Water Buffalo said...

"people please" me and post an eggling status report! :) hee

btw- all the tops you ordered are going to be tre chic :) i am of the school of thought that as long as you wear something with aplomb, you look fab no matter what. sort of the Friel "the bike that you will go the fastest on is the one you THINK you will go the fastest on"... if you think you look good, you feel good, then you look good. That explanation sucked. I think I have had too much coffee. :-/