What has happened to me in the few short hours since I went to bed (well maybe long hours, I like my sleep!) I've woken this morning and I am a quivering wreck and I don't like it.
I feel out of sorts, out of control and can cry at the drop of a hat. The silliest thing has set me off today. Got a call about my company car mileage. I maintain I did it before I left for the operation, but something has gone wrong. Either I imagined I did it, or something happened when my manager left and it hasn't been approved.
Either way, its not a big deal...but it feels it.
I got a letter from the bank saying I needed to contact them asap as they hadn't been able to reach me. I call, I'm on hold for 7 minutes 'sorry please ignore, the letter was sent in error' My blood is boiling....but why? It's not a big deal, mistakes are made, no harm done....but I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and I can't cope.
MrC is being lovely, really supportive. He has been brilliant (most of the time!!!) while I have been recovering. But why is him giving me a hug, a little kiss on the back of my neck when I least expect, a little squeeze of my hand sending me into an emotional wreck?
So I have a choice, and you know how I like choices. To give into these feelings which are making want to curl up into a ball, sleep for a week and cry like a baby or put it down onto virtual paper send it out into the bloggerverse, get my head down and crack on.
Because realistically, I will feel better later, something will make me laugh and put it all into perspective
But in the meantime thanks for the therapy session
Tackle each challenge with strength of purpose and an expectation to succeed
