And... breathe.
Yesterday started badly. Very badly.
By 5.30pm I was late for meeting people, had a bashed up hand, had an airlocked boiler and a cold house to come home to, and was in the middle of a full-fledged anxiety attack. Oh, and I hadn't eaten. At all.
After meeting up with the people I was supposed to meet up with and buying the tool I needed to fix the boiler I was so wound up that the idea of eating was completely unappealing to me, and none of the fast-food places really tickled my fancy. So on a complete whim I went to my favourite fancy city-centre restaurant and asked if they had a table for one. The guy looked completely baffled and said he thought they were booked out, and I said no worries, I just thought I'd chance it. So he asked the manager, and there was a place free. When they brought the menu I said I'd already chosen from the board outside, and gave my order. Again, I got a confused look and a quick dashing off to speak to the manager. Turns out they don't have that option in stock, nor should it be on the board. I made an alternate order then took the guy out to see the board and showed him where I read it.
At this point I want to say that although I'd been in full-fledged panic just moments before, I was fine throughout all of this. The staff, while confused, were absolutely lovely. The alternate meal I ordered was delicious, and no fewer than three people came to thank me for pointing out the mistake on their board. They had a man in the corner playing pleasant guitar music, and calming lighting, and damn good food, and the atmosphere was just so relaxed. So I stopped, and I breathed, and the world suddenly became a much happier place.
Afterwards I went to Gamers, and met some new and lovely people, and played some great games of werewolves of miller's hollow, and generally had a blast. Then I went to McDonalds, in what has now become a wednesday night tradition, and then home to fix the boiler before my house froze over.
I'm partly writing this up as a cheery update for the people who worry about me. I'm partly writing this up to bring the good parts of the day to the forefront of my mind. Mostly, however, I'm writing this up as a reminder of how different the world can look when you take a step back and a deep breath and a little time just for you. It may not seem like you can spare it, but it's *always* worth it.
By 5.30pm I was late for meeting people, had a bashed up hand, had an airlocked boiler and a cold house to come home to, and was in the middle of a full-fledged anxiety attack. Oh, and I hadn't eaten. At all.
After meeting up with the people I was supposed to meet up with and buying the tool I needed to fix the boiler I was so wound up that the idea of eating was completely unappealing to me, and none of the fast-food places really tickled my fancy. So on a complete whim I went to my favourite fancy city-centre restaurant and asked if they had a table for one. The guy looked completely baffled and said he thought they were booked out, and I said no worries, I just thought I'd chance it. So he asked the manager, and there was a place free. When they brought the menu I said I'd already chosen from the board outside, and gave my order. Again, I got a confused look and a quick dashing off to speak to the manager. Turns out they don't have that option in stock, nor should it be on the board. I made an alternate order then took the guy out to see the board and showed him where I read it.
At this point I want to say that although I'd been in full-fledged panic just moments before, I was fine throughout all of this. The staff, while confused, were absolutely lovely. The alternate meal I ordered was delicious, and no fewer than three people came to thank me for pointing out the mistake on their board. They had a man in the corner playing pleasant guitar music, and calming lighting, and damn good food, and the atmosphere was just so relaxed. So I stopped, and I breathed, and the world suddenly became a much happier place.
Afterwards I went to Gamers, and met some new and lovely people, and played some great games of werewolves of miller's hollow, and generally had a blast. Then I went to McDonalds, in what has now become a wednesday night tradition, and then home to fix the boiler before my house froze over.
I'm partly writing this up as a cheery update for the people who worry about me. I'm partly writing this up to bring the good parts of the day to the forefront of my mind. Mostly, however, I'm writing this up as a reminder of how different the world can look when you take a step back and a deep breath and a little time just for you. It may not seem like you can spare it, but it's *always* worth it.