I just re-read my last post. I really wasn’t such a nice person after all? Always trying to make jokes about everything, myself including, so caught in the middle of being hypersensitive and acting all detached, trying to navigate wanting to help other people and not being able to handle emotional outbursts or any “weaknesses”. Just so caught up in my own shit of not being able to handle life. Such an ass.
Feeling a bit stressed out. We’re leaving for Greece tomorrow and we’ll be gone for two weeks and I’m in charge of everything and I can feel the stress levels just going into the red. First sober vacation in forever. Four children on a long flight. No wine. No Retsina. Nothing to take the edge off during that eternity of a flight and let me tell you, I’m a somewhat stressed out traveller. And I’m already missing the dog, very foolish. So. Anyway. Let’s breathe and get packing.
PS Day 24. That’s at least one good thing I’m doing.