Between the political races, our eviction, and my upcoming heart procedure; I think I’ve met my quota of stress for the upcoming year. Just this morning I’m already being bombarded by text messages and emails demanding my attention. We got stuff to pack for who knows where and all I want to do is enjoy my cup of decaf. I can feel my blood pressure rising as I type my frustrations out. Ignoring the shit ain’t gonna a stop a thing. Like I’ve told you before sweeping it under the rug only leads a lump in the carpet.
My point is, work things in the order in which they are given. As soon as I create a plan for the day. I’m going to continue to make some calls about properties. I’m then going to send out some emails and postpone some projects that can wait till we are resettled. Then I’m going to have lunch and take a nap. See problem solved. As much as I’d like to be the “King of Everything” like I used to, I can’t. My time for now is done and just like everyone else, I need time to recuperate and wait on the sun.