I try my hardest to not let things drag me down. I try super hard to control my situations that I can control. I have learned how to detatch from those situations that I can’t control and cannot affect to prevent myself from being overrun with anxiety. It is a weird thing for me to do as it has been against the nature of who I have been growing up. I was forever tormented by the “What ifs”. I still am, but I try to shut those things up pretty fast.
I suffer from exectuive dysfunction. It is frustrating, disappointing and annoying.
I decided to start the journey to reconnect with my pagan spirit a while back ago. Over 6 months, really, when I decided to get back into tarot, intention and general creative visualization. Since these all go hand in hand for me, it made sense.
I made french bread pizza today when I got home from work. It seems like a weird thing to mention, however, it always reminds me of my favourite grandmother.
Now that I’ve gotten my complaining out of my system and I’ve gotten some things accomplished, I feel much better.
How we treat other people has gotten particularly problematic over the years, at least in the States. It seems we no longer look at each other as fellow travelers, but either tools to get what we want, or hinderances in that same acquisition.
So this post is a bit of rambling about me for a bit.
While I was at work a while back, I noticed a magazine that I used to love, so much so, my mom had gotten me a subscription to it.
When I was younger and thinking about how my life would be, I can be 100% certain this is not what I pictured.
So, it seems my blood pressure/arrhythmia thing was the precursor to something more, but really, nothing. The group situation also reached a climax, but not a good one.