serenity, now!

i am not wasting my life away in a horrible sandy-beige carpeted box.

i am not going to sacrifice any financial stability i may think i have on a little shin-dig in september.

the little brown sun hat i bought this weekend was totally worth it. skin cancer would be much more expensive.

neither my ovaries nor my cervyx are going to twist themselves in knots, rip themselves out, or eat up any other intestines.

i am not going to get sick just because i'm replacing sleep with espresso.

there is nothing wrong with writing this sentence in an email to a friend going to a renaissance fair: "enjoy all the geek girl cleavage that's bound to be, well, abound. and bound, technically."

i am not useless, and nor am i a failure. even though i can't convince the leaders of my church that they're mere steps away from being corporate whores.

see? i'm fine.