Today, I wrote several drafts of an e-mail that said little more that "uh, you have some of my shit, may I get it back?" for I am, as I mentioned earlier, so silly.

I think I've gotten worse about second-guessing myself lately. A lot of my life would be easier if I just went with my first instincts, and let the rest of the world roll off my back. But then again, who's life wouldn't be a lot easier if they let the rest of the world roll off their back?

I am also realizing I may learn less well from experience than I had hoped. I just need to keep slapping myself in the forhead and saying "Meg, dear, you know all of these warning signs far too well." My poor rational brain, it has such a battle to fight with the rest of my mind.

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