Mar 31, 2006 20:08
I'm desperately at odds with myself right now.
The idea was that I'd post a winding and raucous post about how much I'm beginning to believe that drama is a drug.
The irony though, is that such embellishment is fundamentally where I think my weakness to drama as a drug lies. Fundamentally, I'm stuck wanting to make a mountain out of this tiny molehill of an analogy. Ha.. how fitting life truly can be.
I've been flirting with misery and doom this whole week. The world is crashing around me, but it's a slow lesson to learn that it's not crashing into me. I'll make it through the problems I see around me at work, not because I'm a survivor, but instead, I'll make it through because my role and purpose has not changed very much at all. Fundamentally... nothing is wrong with my life.
I want to say that I'm proud of myself... but it's like wanting to be proud of remembering to shower in the morning. I appreciate it, and I'm sure the people around me appreciate it, but all it takes is 10 extra minutes of not stressing. Why haven't I always been like this? And who put velcro on my shoes?