I have found my sea legs or my equilibrium or whatever.
I often let anxiety get to me until we reach the runaway train status. Then? Well, then, I’m cool as a cucumber.
I think we’re at runaway train status. There’s nothing that can be done now, but hang on and try to enjoy the ride.
Today was normal if normal involved a ratty t-shirt and holey leggings for work attire. I was busy beginning at 7:17 a.m. and rocked almost constantly until after 5 (except for the 30-minute snooze after lunch of leftover spaghetti). It was normal in the variety of problems that presented, but the problems were all related to the fact that bunches of people who don’t normally are now working from home.
I drove myself crazy trying to find passwords for purchasing sites that I use. I didn’t think to bring home any post-it notes. How can one work without stickies everywhere? I drove myself crazy trying to get real people on the phone. I even called my ISP to try and solve an email problem — talk about being driven crazy. All of it far more normal feeling than fretting.
I’m hanging on.