The Imperfect Storm

I have a lot of anxiety at the moment - nearly every sphere in my life is in some version of upheaval.  And that's OK, I have many of the resources needed to deal with that.  But not all.

And some of the stressors are totally out of my control.  The election, the economy... the CrowdStrike snafu that robbed me of 1.5 days of productivity at the office.

We're rounding the corner on leaving the office.  So my office days, what's left of them, are precious.  I was able to be effective yesterday because I had access to a hoteling space at the office.  Otherwise, I'd have lost another half day.  And the irony of that is not lost on me.  I'm working through my impending loss.

Melancholy:  On the inside, looking out of my office. Note the funky reflections that make it seem like I'm maybe in 2 places at once.  I kind of am.

I am planning my mother's appointments for the second half of the year right now - and because I wasn't pro-active, there's one doctor she can't see for another five months.  I might need to find a different doctor, because that, let me be honest, is unacceptable.

Anyway.  Work, Mom.  Those are the two biggest spheres of anxiety.

I am seeing my doc today for labs and follow up.  Which means I either  need to fast, or sneak down there early on Friday and do it - that should be good enough for them.  In my opinion.

Or heck, maybe I can fast until 2:40 PM.  We'll see.

I'm not anxious about my bloodwork or health in general.  I think I am crushing that.  Sort of.  I mean, I'm down to a weight I haven't seen in years, and I feel generally better.  Now, am I embracing that sugar-free lifestyle?  I mean, side hug, sure.  But no dry humping.  

We have a new class starting next week.  We have things pretty well handled, probably.

I mean, who knows - we'll see once we have them online.

Obviously, politics have me in a little upheaval.  Honestly, I'm excited.  I always hoped for a female president in my lifetime, and that's a real possibility this year.  I never thought it would take until my 50th year of life, but then, what do I know?  Not enough to run for President - that's for damn sure.

So that's where I am.  I'm sure there's more to be said, but I have all the time to say it.

ae