Throwing stones at crazy Charlie Sheen gave me a chance to distract myself from my own personal issues, like anxiety and procrastination. Like, why I seem to be unable to send my sister and mom the wigs I made them. I feel paralyzed at the thought of sending them off. I am not sure why. I know I did a good job making the wigs. I know my family will be honest about how they like the wigs. Or nicely say that it’s not their style.
Actually, even though I don’t have tiger blood running through my veins. I did muster up the courage to mail the wigs out, but when the package was sent back due to insufficient postage, I felt as though it was a sign. Now, I can’t seem to bring myself back to the post office.
Since I don’t live with a porn star, or make 2 million an episode, this may not be interesting to anyone but me. It is just a public apology to my mom and sister that they have not gotten the wigs I promised. And a personal admission about my unrealistic neurotic, anxiety concerning my work and life in general. Everyday I feel worse and it gets harder to get other things done as well.
I am sure posting this will result in an uncomfortable phone call from my mother. Not sure I will answer the phone. 😀
Since the box-o-wigs was returned I have taken the wigs out to tweak them a bit. I will stop fiddling with the wigs, repack them and ship them out…. one day. And like a Charlie Sheen party, it will be EPIC! “Winning!”