I get this way sometimes.
Especially after an emotionally draining sort of week. I thought for quite awhile that I must be a fragile sort of person because of the intense reaction I have towards stress. It's been a recent development to discover that due to the job I choose to do, the life I have chosen to accept, and the past I currently am working through, I probably should be worse off. Take that, feelings.
Due to my resolution to myself, I'm about due for a post. I was thinking about creating a theme for Fridays. Just to make the end of the week post a little more mindless to write. Motivation, right?
Welcome to Friday confessions. This year is going to be the year of getting stuff off your chest. At least stuff I could post on a non-anonymous blog. Add your own dark secrets in the comments if you dare. I know someone has to be reading this...maybe.
Here's confession #1 for this year...
I pretend to be afraid of heights. I'm really not...I just get this overwhelming urge to jump whenever I'm at an extreme altitude. Not a suicidal jump...just a weird compulsion to make the leap.