anotheranon (
anotheranon) wrote2009-02-23 10:15 pm
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out of cope
I am rather like my cats.
No, I am not soft and fluffy with a spine made completely of rubber. I'm wedded to routine.
So much so that I get very, VERY discombobulated if my plans go slightly awry.
In the past few days I've experienced more rage and anxiety over a missing bill, a forgotten emissions test, and a missed bus than is reasonable or healthy.
Part of this is that I failed to plan into my schedule adequate (or any) Fuck Up Time(TM) - time allowed for Shit That Just Happens(TM) - but another part of it is that I'm still on the steep learning curve of mindfulness. It's not something I am naturally, it's something I have to practice until it becomes habit.
Until that happy day, freak out is my rather crappy default setting.
No, I am not soft and fluffy with a spine made completely of rubber. I'm wedded to routine.
So much so that I get very, VERY discombobulated if my plans go slightly awry.
In the past few days I've experienced more rage and anxiety over a missing bill, a forgotten emissions test, and a missed bus than is reasonable or healthy.
Part of this is that I failed to plan into my schedule adequate (or any) Fuck Up Time(TM) - time allowed for Shit That Just Happens(TM) - but another part of it is that I'm still on the steep learning curve of mindfulness. It's not something I am naturally, it's something I have to practice until it becomes habit.
Until that happy day, freak out is my rather crappy default setting.