This could be me.
Seriously.
These days, stress is my first, middle, last and maiden names- or at least it feels that way.
Hi. My name is Misty and I am stressed out.
Hi Misty...
You guys, I do not handle stress well. I think my model either has a malfunctioning “throw it from your mind” button, or I just have serious operator error issues…
You see, there is this little novel I wrote, which I couldn’t STOP editing… I became like an obsessed machine. And then, I did stop, and took a few days off. Yay me… BUT- now I can’t seem to get back to it… And I REALLY need to, by friday.
And then, there is the matter of this other situation. Potentially HUGE situation… And I should just cast it to the side, trust that it will all workout and go about my days and my monotonous editing… BUT I CAN’T… It is like a virus, eating away my brain.
STRESS…
So yeah… I just had to tell someone that I am STRESSING OUT…
And if I you are a prayer, I/we could use some…
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the absolute worst. when you realize that the only way to make things easier is to trudge right on through. but at the end of it all: a novel!
Prayers coming. Hang in there, Mama. You can do this!