I can feel my jaw tighten and my teeth start to clinch.
My fingers curl downward and my hand turns into a claw . . . then slowly closes into a fist. And shakes.
I feel as if I’m going to explode . . . or freak out. Or something.
Irritated. Irritated with decisions. With having to nag. With push-back. With them doing whatever they want. With having to explain myself. With trying to keep secrets. With not being listened to. With being backed into a corner. With being ignored. And misunderstood.
It makes me want to swing a fist. Double kick the air. Stomp my feet.
A tantrum. Throw a tantrum. Like a two-year old.
Embarassing, but I can’t get it to subside.
Is it the stress that’s making me bitter? Is the never-ending to-do list? Is it every one else around me?
Is it just me?
Why all of a sudden do I feel like I can’t take anymore?
I’m not having a meltdown, or a panic attack. Just plain P.O.’d right now.
I trust myself to get things done, I know what I’m looking for, I know what I’m capable of. I have a vision. Is it an issue of trust? Not being able to see what I see? Maybe it has to do with belief.
I don’t understand why things are so difficult.
. . . . ?
I think I need to work it out. Need to get over it. Need to grow up.
put a veil on that baby and it’s the state of yours truly.
Hopefully back with better news, and less anger, tomorrow.
“For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness.”
Take a deep breath . . . and a healthy dose of reality,