I am tired of anxiety every day. While I’m sitting at work and my chest is aching like someone just punched me in it and forgot to remove their fist…. I’m wishing I was on my treadmill so I can run it off or at least run till I fall down. When I get home, I just want a beer and to become one with a blanket. A beer drinking burrito. So… what to do?
This is not where I want to be. Things have to change. I have to change. I have to adapt. Because this is effecting my quality of life and I’m letting it. I think my whole life I’ve been allowing others to force me to adapt to them. It’s not that I mind so much… but when it upsets and resets my whole entire life… well, I kind of do.
So… Day 1… Let’s start doing something different. This weekend I am setting goals for home. Much like I set goals for work. Maybe I can actually finish projects and stuff to the point of being able to maybe do some stuff on the side for cashola. Because I have a grandson and he needs stuff. I mean look at this cutie love of my life!
Also.. I want to do more eventing. And I want to build some things for that. And it seems that if I fill up my life with things I enjoy, then maybe I will be too busy to notice the fist in my chest and eventually it will go away?
Ok then… Day 1….