Get 'Er Done.

February did not start off on the right foot. In fact, it felt like it started off on two left feet.

With my imminent move approaching (quicker than I can keep up with), I not only have to worry about packing up my whole life and heading southward, but I have a pre-move trip to plan. And it has been absolutely and unnecessarily exhausting.

To the point that I can't sleep at night. Mix that in with the fact that I open most mornings at the coffee shop and have to be there at 6:30am, my poor eyes have developed a permanent redness and my body moves along at an especially sluggish pace.

I'm also having the worst time communicating. Asking for help, reaching out to those I know can answer a few questions for me, or simply standing up and saying I need a break from the madness.

The worst part of it all is that most of it is in my head. I'm perpetually finding myself taking a task I need to complete, obsessing over it, then rolling with said task down a mountain at top speed. So my seedling of a task has snowballed into a problem I eventually give up on.

It's far too exhausting and I have reached the point where enough is enough.

So on my one day off this week, after a night spent crying myself to sleep over-thinking all the things I need to do and all the money I have to spend, I woke up and told myself:

Just get 'er done.

Enough of the excuses, enough of the (many) pity parties, let's woman up and get some of those things checked off. It is unnecessary to let simple tasks consume me, especially when there are people out there just a phone call away and willing to help. 

With that being said, I do what I always do in times when I need cheering up: I had a date with my closet. On came my "sass" playlist (lots of Kelly Clarkson, Beyoncé, Pussycat Dolls, and even the Cheetah Girls), off came my robe, and within fifteen minutes, I had a solid outfit and a fierce lip that boosted my energy and inspired me to be productive.

As a woman who now looks ready to get 'er done, I got 'er done. 

What's even better was that after weeks of cold and droopy weather, we were blessed with a fresh snowfall. 

This new change of scenery was a welcome accompaniment to my new attitude. And the getting done got done.