Time to clean up my site. Time to rearrange. Rebuild. Add things, and draft some. I do this a lot more than people realize. I rarely post when I do. I’m not sure what actually constitutes as an “update”, so I don’t bother. I’m constantly tweaking something here and there. Constantly! Is that normal? Do people do this? I think I’m obsessed. Sometimes I just rip the whole thing apart and start over. I often think that no one is really looking at my site anyway. I could move things twenty times without anyone knowing, or even caring that I deleted eight pages already. But then I worry about the possibility that someone is actually using my site and now hate that I moved something. If this is you, please do not hesitate to use the feedback form. I do appreciate input. Otherwise, I’m going to keep building as I go, and hope for the best. Thanks for your continued support!
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Cha ching cha cha ching cha ching
The loud, annoying, embarrassing sounds coming from the Coinstar.
Even more amplified by my ridiculous anxiety.
When I start the Coinstar machine, it is very loud. I feel like everyone is looking at me. Then I begin dumping the clanky coins, which always seems to be never ending. I feel like I’m in my own world just watching the coins, pushing them around as they get stuck, refilling the tray, and so on. It’s almost like a trance. In the meantime, I’m having panic attacks. I get really warm and my face gets red. I feel like everyone knows I’m a mess.
It happens every time without fail. No matter how I approach it or what I tell myself. I’m not entirely sure which part of my mental issues causes it, but it’s not a fun experience. I hate it. I hate the anxiety that comes over me. I don’t care that every few grocery trips, I have to lug a heavy coffee canister full of change to the store. I’m not embarrassed to use the machine. I’m embarrassed that it affects me this way.
I appreciate that we have the change to begin with. Whenever my fiance is sorting and researching his boxes of coins, the less interesting ones go into the canister. It’s recycled money, but it makes me feel better to turn it into Amazon cash to be used on family and household items. Knowing that helps me to get through my silly bout of anxiety. I just wish I could control it better to begin with.