I don’t need to go into any more detail about how my weeks been. It seems that whatever “shit points” I collected decided they needed to be cashed in. So after six days of stressful hell, I can finally take a breath. George is up whining for attention, not much differently than any other situation I’m facing. But for the moment, it’s just me, some jazz playing over the Google Dot, and George now gnawing on a toy.
So what’s the point, you say? Well, everything. As humans cannot function without rest. Even our fight or flight instinct shuts down after a while. Listen, I’ve already pushed myself to the edge and the damage has been done, so I can’t afford any more stress. So I need moments like this to rest and recharge. After all, life’s too short to relay on adrenaline all the time. So go find yourself, find your center, and be at peace during your troubles. For this too shall pass.