I sometimes have moments where I think, it can’t get any crazier or scarier or more stressful. Then, without fail, I’m proven wrong.
I’m doing my best to keep the anxiety at bay. The man helps me in this way immensely, but when he’s not around, it creeps up again.
I am stressed/anxious about many, many things right now. The prospect of child support and/or alimony coming to a halt. The Boy wanting to live at one house because he is tired of dragging his possessions around and having to keep track of what is wear. The Girl sucking up all the energy in the room, day in and day out, not leaving space for anyone else’s needs to be met. My mother being 89 and me waiting for the phone call that will change everything. Moving. Buying a house and blending a family, selling another. A job where I am working three jobs at once and slowly losing. my. mind.
If I hear another person tell me that all I have to do is prioritize, say no, make things simple I am going to pop a blood vessel.
I need something good, something unexpected to happen.
I need to really, really believe that this too, all of it, shall pass.
I need to just be, instead of always doing.