Do you ever find yourself falling off the cliff of day-to-day life? Like, you’re hanging onto the eroding edge by a sliver of poorly-maintained fingernail, and you know you’re gonna drop into full, fly-off-the-handle mode? You know you’re close to meltdown, and you’re trying to talk yourself off the edge, but it seems like the universe is in opposition to your desires to remain cool, calm, and collected.
That’s me some days.
That’s me today.
So, it’s totally first world problems I find myself fretting over, and really that’s probably the case nine times out of ten. My logical brain, or perhaps the good angel sitting on my shoulder, says, don’t sweat the small stuff, Brie. You are blessed. Calm down.
But then the antsy, anxious side of my brain, with the cartoon devil sitting on my shoulder, says, hurry up. You gotta finish everything, but of course, there isn’t enough time!
This is the part of me that thinks I can’t tell people “no.” It’s the part that wants everything practically perfect in every way, with all my ducks in a row, but then reacts like a bull in a China shop when something falls out of line. It’s like my Mary Poppins persona starts getting an eye twitch, or perhaps it’s akin to those Snicker commercials. After all, I’m not myself when I realize I am less than absolutely marvelous. Oh, me.