Apr 24, 2007 18:30
I'm stressed. My stomach is doing triple Salchows. I'm subsisting on crackers since the lameness of my body won't subside.
I'm very happy with myself even despite all of this. There was a time I would have thrown my hands up and done the "all is lost" dance. I would have been angry at the world and 'God' and myself for my misfortune. I've railed against the world and been convinced there was no reason to go forward with things and felt all the drama one can muster in such moments.
I find myself sitting calmly and attempting to navigate the fallout of my life. Failed relationship: check. Failed counter offer: check. Entering the unknown: check.
Somehow none of it matters at the core of me. Those things aren't the measure of me.
The moments of panic pass quickly. The bursts of anxiety go mostly unnoticed.