That title pretty much sums it up, we are wearysville here tonight.
Today was a(nother) vicious cycle of non-productivity. There are moments I appreciate my job, feel I do it well, and enjoy the camaraderie of my co-workers. Other moments, gah, I'm just clearly not cut out for this.
What am I cut out for? Let's see...
Fitness stuff (lately), including health, nutrition, various diet and exercise regimes.
Parenting. 5 daughters'll do that to ya.
I guess the karaoke stuff, business management in general.
Fanatic experimentation with clothes, make-up, skincare. Am still hoping for the holy grail of looks and lines that work for short midwest Filipinas. Ha, to this.
I can event plan something to within an inch of its life, then emcee and host said event. This particular trifecta is renewed; I had the confidence years ago, got fat and lost it, and have worked my way back to that confidence level. Is good.
That was a fun exercise. In fact, more on this later.