First Step in Recovery

Admit you have a problem.

Okay. Easy enough. I have a problem. Actually, I don’t have the problem. The 5gallon purse I carry with me has a problem. The problem my purse has is that’s its full of my stuff.

It started like this…

1am. I’m midway through the new cover photo for a Facebook page I don’t own, run, manage or have any connections to other than I ‘like' them, and honestly they needed a new one. As I look at the design, it reminds me of something. Shit. Have I done this design before? Maybe it’s the colors…I tend to navigate to the same ones…maybe its the layout. I don’t know. It’s 1am. I haven’t slept, and its been a long day. I need ideas. I need inspiration. I need my flash drives. I scream, no sweetly yell out “get me the flash drive from my purse”….

Which one?

I don’t know. I don’t know which one it IS I want, but I know its none of these.

That’s ALL of them.

What the hell? Where’s the pink one. The OTHER pink one. Did you look in ALL the pockets?

There’s lip stuff, some cash…where’s your license? A iPad, 3 chargers, a battery, pens…when do you ever write with a pen? MAKEUP. Like three bottles of the exact same stuff. Keys

Fine. Lets see the entire contents of the magical purse… (disclaimer coming up)

Fine. Maybe I am carrying too much baggage around.

Disclaimer: Moment of honesty: I cropped that photo to make it look less like the purse of the neighborhood bag lady.

In that photo there is a black wrist band, with a little green on it. It’s my BACKUP Nabu. Backup. In case the one on my arm needs charged.

I think maybe I should worry…

But it doesn’t do me any good to worry about it right now, because right now I just need that flash drive. To late, I’m already judging myself….and my purse.

Hello. My name is Laura. And my purse is addicted to, everything.