… but they don’t fall down, right?
I just realized today that I’m feeling a wee bit wobbly. There are a lot of things happening and many opportunities to worry, should I feel like taking advantage of the situation(s) and working myself up.
It’s all fine. We’re fine. Everyone is fine. It’s all manageable. In bits and pieces.
So, instead of succumbing to anxiety and worry, I’m reading my book, Let The Right One In, which is actually not helping matters much since it’s pretty dark. I’m thinking about my current painting (in progress). I’m trying to do creative problem-solving.
I feel like things are getting a little out of control and I need to simplify some things. I have no idea what these things might be, but there are a few too many pieces on the board right now. I think I’ll employ a tactic that works pretty well when I have too many little low-priority tasks to do at work: I let most of them go and figure that if it’s really important, someone will nag me about it. Until then, I’ll just put it out of my mind.
What I need is to get to the library and check out some more fluffy reading. And perhaps invest in a container of ice cream. And a blanket to put over my head.