Managing the stress is an altogether different thing.
For three weeks I have been scrambling...selling things, trying to find a lease that will allow two years, without a psycho owner, near downtown, near the light rail, searching for space saving furniture. Not to mention, I have a full time job, and play a support role to many people who depend on me. I'm frazzled.
It seems that when I am spread thin, it becomes more and more difficult for me to manage my stress without either taking a day or two to cry my eyes out, or lash out. Unfortunately, I feel like doing both during the stressful periods that sneak in, in between the excitement of Spring and having a new home.
Last night took the cake. Twice this week already, I have been unable to just breathe in and breathe out and know that the Good Lord will provide. Instead, I'm a big mess. I tossed and turned all night between scary sleep stories that had me rattled. Usually when I wake up throughout the night, I can't believe how much time has elapsed. I was waking up every ten minutes and marvelling at how slow the world was spinning.
I got up early, since I barely slept between the worry and cold sweats. My eyes are swollen and to top it all off, I dropped my iPhone this morning on my sprint to the train.
April can't come soon enough.
