Starting Over and Over and...

Fucking Starting Over.

That's my new euphemism for overanalyzing everything I say and do. Yes, even I'm trying to figure out my own motives now. Fucking Starting Over.

It's all that show's fault. I keep saying that I need to stop watching it. Now I'm wondering things like "Am I stepping into myself?" What the fuck does that really mean anyway? Iyanla, you're killing me.

I also need to stop watching Oprah. She's the one who started the whole finding your spirit thing. But I adore the woman. Oprah for President 2008!

Because of these two shows, I'm now a wreck. Emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Last week, I found myself tearing up-- even weeping!-- while watching. Guess I shouldn't watch while PMS-y. Lesson learned, y'all. All that crying made me crave potato chips. And I can't sleep at night. I'm picking apart everything I'm doing, have done and am about to do. I'm second guessing myself. Picking apart motives like some private eye in a film noir. It's stressful! And my hair looks bad! But I think that's due to the sudden shift in temperature. It's freezing here. We skipped right past fall and jumped right into winter.

Did I mention that I'm watching Starting Over while typing this? Yes, I'm that far gone. Send help!

Not a life coach, though!