I feel like my brain undermines me — stupid work email sends my brain into mental gymnastics which leads me to believe the negative or something pretty innocuous.
And now I have to fake it.
I have to pretend to be happy and productive, when all I want to do is go home, drink wine, and watch TV in my pajamas, snuggle my cats, and forget about this place.
And I know it’s stupid and I’m trying to distract myself, but it keeps bubbling up — the indignation of it all.
Happy thoughts. Get your shit done. Forget about petty people. Don’t think too much about it. Refocus attention. Do your job. Do it well. Be awesome. Fuck everyone else.
I think I got this.