This morning I caught myself heading in a bad direction, a stream of thoughts that was clearly going to lead to ever more dangerous and self-destructive thinking.Â
And I decided that it was time to have a little conversation with myself about all of this and the funk I’ve fallen into.
So I said, Self, it’s time to stop. Just stop. You are a grown fucking adult, you are almost thirty years old for crying out loud! (And yes, I know, I need to turn 29 first). You can’t do this anymore, mope around like you’re sixteen and question your life, choices and a bunch of crap you can’t even change.Â
You have more important things to do.Â
(I would say more but right now I really do have something else to do, stress test at the cardiology lab! No worries, I’m fine, just one of those fun precautionary things that you hope ends up being nothing more than a waste of time.)