I’m tired of being stressed. Sometimes, I just want to scream – let it out – shake it off.
I can get stressed about little things – like “Oh my God! It’s going to rain on the day I want to hike!”
But this is minor stuff. It lurks in the background. Not good – not really – but I can talk to lurkers and reason with them, calm them down and soothe them. Sometimes I can even laugh at them. Meaning, of course, that I’m laughing at myself.
But then there’s this other stuff. Like – how glacially slow the bank is moving and how the lawyer says speed it up and how people don’t return calls and there’s this whole train-car load of – “this can’t happen until that happens and nothing happens until someone does something and they aren’t doing anything.”
What I’m saying (obviously) is that real stress is all about things I can’t control. It’s this depending on someone else to do something. And waiting. And akkkk….
Right now, I feel like I never ever in my life – ever again, want to count on anyone other than me.
I hope that’s clear.
Not possible – I know – but clear.