All those anxiety and stress evaluations where they talk about moving as being one of the greatest sources of tension one can experience... I get that now.
I just want to have all my stuff in one place, and I want to feel like I can just live normally again. We've slowly put things into place, and with the addition of the training/housebreaking/integrating a dog into life it's just been really extraordinarily draining. I just want it to be a good, normal day to day for a little bit before something else intrudes. I'm stressed enough about recession, and layoffs, and who knows what else, and this is just putting me at a point of exhaustion that I'm getting a bit tired of altogether.
There's no pithy here tonight folks. I just have run out of whale oil for the week.
48 hours from now it will be finished, and I will be relieved. I think I may be planning on:
-A trip to the beach this weekend
-Sleeping
-Drinking myself into some sort of stupor on some evening
I dream big, kids. That's how you make it to the big leagues, right?
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