It was such a nice day out but I spent most of it working in a coffee shop and on the phone. I did have a nice dinner at my new favorite neighborhood Mexican spot, Chavella's (highly recommended!) and a lot of laughs with Julia, but mostly the day was kind of stressful.
Mood: insecure, worried, stressed, but all on a small scale.
Progress: Tried to pick up in the room I just moved into that is still in boxes, with clothes and shoes all over the floor. Made a bit of a dent in it, but still feel like I have so much to do and no time to do it in. Really want to feel settled soon!
Mentally: Started to worry about getting a real full-time job as I still have not heard back from any of the places I have submitted my resume to. I am starting to think that my experience is not up to New York standards anymore, when just a few months ago I was feeling completely confident. Had a bit of trouble falling asleep because I had too much on my mind.
Physically: Sore from Saturday's run and all I wanted to do was eat ice cream when it came to around 8 at night. Sunday nights just seem to make sense for vegging out with junk food, or at least they used to. Instead I satisfied my craving with a glass of no sugar-added orange juice and vowed to myself that I would do pilates at least three times this week.
Emotionally: Yesterday's confidence did not seep over into today. I saw some photos of myself and for some reason I got insecure about how I looked in them and it made me worry that the same thing will happen on the day of my big 3-0. Is it silly to be almost 30 and have these kinds of moments of insecurity purely based on the physical?
Thoughts About Turning 30: They coincided with the emotional situation above with thoughts of not feeling confident about how I look and the shape I am in for the big day. I know it is ridiculous, but sometimes you just can't help it.