Being Christine

The day is almost here. 13.5 hours to be exact. I've never had so much anticipation for a tattoo. Nor have I ever been so nervous to get one. I'm worried about the pain. I hope it doesn't hurt nearly as much as I'm thinking it might. I'll keep my fingers crossed!

But for now, I'm gonna go relax. That's a word I have yet to figure out.

"RELAX"

I'm doing the best I can right now, given the circumstances. It's kinda hard to make sense out of it all at times. It's hard to find a balance between both the physical and emotional stress. I need more rest. Dealing with emotional stress alone is wearing, but then to combine it with physical stress and discomfort is a challenge. What's upsetting is my realizing how burnt out I truely am. My sleep has been decent yet I look like I haven't slept for days. I start the day off "ok" but then I slowly start to feel depleted around late afternoon/early evening.

I know that it will pass ... I just have to figure out how to get there.