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 I've been all out of it the past few days. Crying jags, restlessness, general anxiety. So, as I usually do when I'm confronted with anxiety, I had to keep myself busy. I spent the majority of my weekend over at my best friend's house. She had her nephew's baby for the weekend, and nothing distracts me from myself more than paying attention to a lil' babay.

I suffer frequently from the dreaded baby fever. Thankfully, Oliver was born in late 2012 and one of my friends had a baby girl last August, so I can play with the babies all day and then...go home to peace and quiet and my desired 14 hours of sleep.

I also held a tarantula because, why the hell not?

Anyway, 2014 needs to be the year I take more risks. Hold a spider. Schedule my long overdue gynecologist appointment. Order something other than cheese nachos from Si Casa Flores. That last one might be pushing it.

The point is this; there's shit I need to do. For me, for my friends, for my health. It's so hard to not be afraid. I was practically built to fear everything. It's the way my brain is wired. But how can I hope to help others with anxiety if I won't even help myself? If I can do it, anyone can. I'm literally afraid of gravity, for crying out loud! I just need to pull myself up by the bootstraps, slap on some lipstick, and go for it.