A culmination of many stresses that have been stuffed down deep came spewing to the surface Sunday. I stuffed them there because I have this incredible sense of...
- independence that says to me..."you will eventually figure it all out with enough time and there is no need to talk about it with anyone. Besides, you'll just end up blowing things out of proportion and unnecessarily dragging someone into drama that does not need it."
- fear that says..."if you do have a valid concern then there is a possibility that you might have to face a world of hurt, honey. Are you ready for that right now?" or "what if you bring up some irrational thought or idea that was potentially hormonally induced because of this 'woman brain' you have and you end up looking like a complete idiot?"
- insecurity that makes me feel like I am going to be a total disappointment to anyone I approach with my seemingly trivial stresses in this big, bad world of pain and suffering.
I couldn't hold it in anymore and I ended up a blubbering idiot about my own irrational ideas that I had blown completely out of proportion in my own mind which were in the grand scheme of things, trivial indeed!
Stinks when that happens. Downright. Nasty.
Here's to a new week with a fresh start, my friends.
Leaving the Hot Mess behind,