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...
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