Kind of odd to have two consecutive Friday the 13ths. Last month on Friday 13th my poor little car took a hit as I was giving way to traffic. The other driver wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see that I had stopped. A bit of damage to the rear of my car, getting fixed next week – don’t have to pay a cent but will be without a car for four days.
Yesterday another Friday the 13th passed, this time without incident. The days in between have been a little stressful, outside a brief interlude up in Bundaberg. Jo and I went up by train and stayed at Lime Cottage, a restful spot surrounded by cane farms and a few minutes from Burnett Heads. We did a bit of sight seeing, took a river cruise, and spent a lot of time reading and listening to music.
Was glad to see H. again when we got home but the house was a mess and back at work I was running around trying to organise money for the next payroll, so it wasn’t long before all the relaxation from Lime Cottage had worn off.
A bit over things at work right now, fed up. I seem to get nowhere despite all the hours I put in, losing confidence in myself, having to fight off waves of paranoia. I spend a lot of the day feeling angry and stresssed, it’s not good. I need to refocus, and make time for myself. Not let work absorb it all.
Take lots of deep breaths, concentrate on positives….and take your glasses off to lessen the impact when ideas on housework and clutter clash!