A Repeat Performance

Of my outfit that is. So's my sister.

The usual Sunday except that we got to practice on a theater now, will be waiting a couple of Sundays more before the kids will get to perform it at last.

Had an anxiety attack last night. Haven't have that in a year now. My esteem is skyrocketing but this time, downwards. I don't know what happened, it just did. I wonder what would Charlie Brown do, I wish I could have the same outlook in life like him. Esteem issues always get me and I hate everything about it.  I wish I could stop worrying, it doesn't do any good. I expect to stop worrying. I would stop worrying.

Then I could challenge myself to.