I feel I’ve been complaining a lot. I don’t report on anything unless it’s going awry. Why can’t I talk about good things, things to be proud of, things that make my life happy? There are tons and tons and tons of them (I really am one lucky girl).
Today is supposed to be a great, exciting, memorable day.
“Remember March 28th, 2007?”
“Oh Yes, it’s a very important date for me.”
But instead I just want to crawl under the covers and close up the blinds and not let anyone or anything in.
No, there’s no great tragedy, no revelation that fills me with dread, or any kind of doubt about the giant leap I’m taking today, it’s just an overload. Like I said, today was supposed to be smooooth sailing. I had it all planned out, and I was really, really looking forward to it.
I was out the door by 7:15am this morning, ran 10 Km in 59:00 (weird, eh, that it was right on the nose when I looked at my watch? Even the seconds were at zero) and was super pumped and all of that… And then…
Problems arose, I had to deal with them, which in turn highlighted greater problems regarding something totally unrelated, which of course angered and frustrated me, which made me unable to concentrate on the work I’m SUPPOSED to be doing, thus making me pass deadlines and adding to the stress level, and… See what I mean, I hate whinging.
But I refuse to let it sweep me up in its shit storm. I will be at the Aloha in one hour. I will have a shot of Jager inside my belly in one hour and three minutes. I will have a key to my new, beautiful house in 2 hours. I will be alone with Angelo in that house in four hours. All of these things make me smile, and make me ask why I really give a damn about VoIP phones in the first place.