Yesterday, I felt as if the world was pressing in on me. I couldn’t define it very well. Part of it was having too long a to do list and feeling as if I was running out of time. But that didn’t explain the sadness or maybe it was anxiety. Usually, I am able to take a few moments, look inside my heart and identify what the heck it is I am feeling. Believe me, Chuck really appreciates when I can do that! It’s much better than pulling a Laura Petrie and crying “Oh Rob...” as I run out of the room! But yesterday, I just had the overpowering urge to hold my hands up, palms out, as if trying to shield myself or ward off that world which felt as if it was closing in.
By the time dinnertime rolled around, I was feeling more normal. Today, I woke feeling much better, perkier - heck, downright chipper. My to do list was still too long, the clock still running too fast, but I just didn’t feel as worried or stressed. Weird. Yesterday was summery hot. Today was pleasantly cool. Could that have been it? Maybe the heat was a factor, but it wouldn’t explain the whole thing. One niggling worry in the back of my mind is, well, er, you know “That Which Shall Not Be Named”. I’ll be turning 52 soon and I hear that emotional ups and downs are part of that whole “transition”.
Nah... I’m going with the heat.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!