As I sit here typing, I’m waiting with bated breath for a phone call with some pertinent information for something that needs to be done by midnight tonight.
One third of me is getting angry, one third of me wants to stress, one third of me is having a glass of wine and one third wants to say “Whatever! screw it”! (If you didn’t catch the math, smack yourself now.)
I’ve found over my years that stressing about stuff is not worth my energy. When I first moved to California in 1990, I was young and stressed about everything; money, bills, job, relationships, etc. It always seemed that when I hit the proverbial emotional wall and wigged out, a couple days later life was all good again. It’s like the universe was throwing me a test of sorts to see how I would handle the situation. After quite a few years, I started realizing that “this too shall pass,” which helped me wig out less and less.
Does that mean I never stress out; that I never lose it? No. Those who listen to the show know I’ve been unemployed for the better part of a year (not un-busy, just un-employed). During that time there have been some great opportunities dangled in my face like a golden carrot and at the last minute, rots off the stick. The result of that has been objects flying and tears flowing but I can say that’s happened only a couple times. Yes, I did feel better afterwards.
The crazy thing is that after each of those, what I thought were, missed opportunities, something else better came along. Hind-sight is 50/50. I never quite understood that actual saying, but I get it. If something doesn’t happen, don’t force it; it’s not meant to be. Sounds like a motivational poster but it just so happens to be true.
So here I am. Waiting, sipping and internally tense but refusing to let it get to me. If you want to know what I’m doing, you’ll have to listen to the show.
Back to my wine.