And Speaking Of Stress
I hate breaking plans. Hate. It drives me nuts for hours, to break plans. Sometimes I'm nuts for days. So I try to plan well. I fail more often, and more spectacularly than I like, but I'm pretty good most of the time. But life happens and when it does plans have to change.
So this weekend I managed to tripple book my Saturday. I did a little juggling and got just about everything to work and then got a needfull call from a friend. In a few hours I'll be in my car heading to the hinterlands, so I'll be AFK until at least Friday night, probably until Sunday night. So my release is bolloxed for this week and I'm bailing on ezraraske and andrian6 for their tour of Boston tomorrow because another friend needs me more. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy and honored to be there for my friend. But the sudden change is disrupting my carefully stacked applecart of a schedule and reminding me just how illusory my feeble ideas of control really are.
Grrr.
So this weekend I managed to tripple book my Saturday. I did a little juggling and got just about everything to work and then got a needfull call from a friend. In a few hours I'll be in my car heading to the hinterlands, so I'll be AFK until at least Friday night, probably until Sunday night. So my release is bolloxed for this week and I'm bailing on ezraraske and andrian6 for their tour of Boston tomorrow because another friend needs me more. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy and honored to be there for my friend. But the sudden change is disrupting my carefully stacked applecart of a schedule and reminding me just how illusory my feeble ideas of control really are.
Grrr.