Omfg, my skin is breaking out like crazy, and I am flipping out. Yes, my friends try to be nice and say that “it isn’t so bad,” but holy fuck, I look goddamn disfigured! Ugh. And in the last two weeks, I’ve woken up every morning telling myself that I cannot leave the damn house looking like this. I ultimately do but it’s a tough fight with myself. All this fucking public exposure: Seriously, on Monday, I had my voice recital; on Tuesday, I went to a tech event (to further my “professional development”); and then tonight we had tickets to the theater.

I was thinking it was something from my diet, but I don’t know. The skin people say bumps on the chin are attributed to hormonal imbalances… but how can my hormones be imbalanced when they are chemically controlled with BCP?? I swear to god, I will give up sugar, starch, iodide, whatever it takes. That is how desperate I feel. I mean, at the point where I don’t want to leave the house? It brings back horrible memories from the past, and I will undergo lent or whatever if it gives me clear skin. Fucking a. But John is telling me he doesn’t think it’s food related. That could very well be true too.

I’ve been stressing out lately. First, my contract developer went MIA in April. The application he developed broke meanwhile, and now I’m fucking SOL. I’m going to Plan B now, but still it’s been really stressful trying to figure out where the hell he’d gone, what happened, whether there was any chance he was returning. It’s a long story, but let’s just say I got the police involved. The latest news on him is that he is with family on the East Coast– some family emergency. Mind you, not a fucking word from him via phone, email, or anything. Part of me is pissed, but then I try to let go: who knows how any of us would react when shit really goes down with family. I am trying to be patient and understanding. Still from a work perspective, this has been a hard lesson for me.

Then there’s my friend who keeps flipping back and forth between staying and leaving her husband. She’s one of my best friends, so I really took the breakup to heart, and in fact, I started projecting their circumstance onto my own. I suppose in the end, it boils down to whether you really believe one person can make you happy all the time. My position? If I spend a lifetime trying (unsuccessfully) to make myself happy, how can I expect that someone else can succeed? I do believe perfection exists– but it’s only out there for a handful of people. For the rest of us, there are good times and there are bad times– just like life itself. Anyway, she pointed me to an interesting article, “Are you stuck in a semi-happy marriage?” More food for thought. Interestingly, in my recent discussions with her, I’ve learned of many years of resentment, and areas where actions and words cannot be forgiven. I must admit that I am not always careful of my words– for me, it’s more important to express the true feeling rather than to filter or tweak it diplomatically. Certainly, there’s a fine line but if I’ve learned anything for my own relationship, speaking the issue at least minimizes accumulation of contempt. I’ve encouraged my friend to speak the truth, to tell him why she cannot go back to him… it’s only fair that he learn the reasons, and I hope that learning them will help him move forward. A part of me feels like she is demanding too much from him while not exactly demanding the same of herself. She doesn’t feel like he truly tried on issues/areas that were important to her. She says he was lazy– he’d let himself go. But she never empowered herself to learn their finances… should that be considered laziness too? Regardless, I suppose the lesson is that now she understands empowerment is critical for self-sufficiency and independence. And at the same time, I hope he realizes how much she’s given already to work things out.

And this is a reminder to myself to fight complacency. I’m signing up for a bunch of new activities to get back into exercising, hobbies, professional development, networking… because you never really know how life can change. I need to be ready for anything. Maybe my shitty skin is telling me to go on the fruit flush again…