Performance Anxiety

I have two brains.

One is the brain in my head.

The other is the brain in my stomachal area.

Brain #1 says, "Today, you CAN do those 40 loads of laundry!"

Brain #2 says, "Today, all you're GOING to do is stare at those 40 loads of laundry and then decide eating three bowls of ice cream is better use of your energy!"

I exclaimed to Emily and Mom the other day, "I hope I am normal after the baby comes!" And that caused Emily to produce the loudest snort I have ever heard come from a human.

Hey, I can dream, can't I?

So, I'm having performance anxiety, in the sense that I'm not performing, and I'm anxious about it.

I am one of those people who feels bad about EVERYTHING, so when I can do NOTHING, I waddle through my existence feeling inadequate and broken.

I need to learn to just take joy in the small accomplishments.

Can't do those 40 loads? Well, I'll just try and be happy that I washed two and then put them in the basket. Clean underwear is still clean underwear, even if it isn't folded, and the cat has slept on it a few times.

Right?