Today I can't help but feel a sense of restlessness; a sense of being overwhelmed. A feeling of everything being started but nothing finished. Absolutely nothing is finished. And its sending me over the edge. And although you don't know me quite yet, what I should tell you is that I'm not a person who deals with things (life) that isn't progressing to a specified end. To say I have a control problem might not do it justice. So sitting here with this overwhelming feeling of too much happening, or to little depending on how you think about it, is causing me to take drastic measures.
Clearly drastic because I've 1) started a blog and 2) put together massive bags for goodwill
I've filled 3 bags of stuff for Goodwill. I don't even have things that need to go - but I do have a need to feel less cluttered and more "done." The need in my psyche wins out over the need to be more frugal. But now, those bags are sitting in the hall waiting to go to Goodwill in the morning and its like they are calling out to me, "Hey lady, we're still here....right here... you didn't win, we just moved." I must pause to take them to the car where they can't taunt me.
Whew.
But seriously, now they are waiting (i.e. taunting) for me in the car. I'm trying to figure out when I am going to find time to go to Goodwill. I guess I could squeeze it in tomorrow between the 6 hour meeting, ordering the new furniture, picking up the contacts, asking the future sister in law to be in the wedding and dealing with some other wedding drama. Right, that's exactly where I'll fit in this quick 45 minute trip to goodwill. And I certainly can't ask the boy to go because he would tell me he's going to go and then they would just sit in his car for a week. That. Will. Not. Do. As you can see, this is an unbearable situation that needs remedy.
I'm not sure who is running this ship anymore. I'm quite sure its not me. I am sitting here in a state of utter paralysis and just hoping that the monkeys who keep my career afloat do non corporate work as well.
I think the only remedy is Xanax. Or potentially a nice padded room. But I'd need the Xanax just so that while I was in the room I wasn't thinking about all the things that weren't happening outside those sweet, lovely doors. Clearly I need both. Immediately if not sooner.
Send in the reinforcements.
I can sooooo relate! Keep writing, I hear it's great therapy. Therapy I need sometimes on most days!! You write well, it's fun to read. So write more and stuff those bags in the trunk under anything to keep them muzzled!!!!! Xoxo
ReplyDeleteThis was the funniest thing I've read since forever, seriously. You DO write well. I know I laughed so much because I too, can soooo relate! Anyway, hope things to continue to progress well with all your planning... You're in my thoughts with all your exciting life stuff going on these days! :)
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