Yesterday I wrote a post about how transitions make me a little bonkers and I was happy with it because it expressed my state of mind with humor and lucidity. That is until I went back to read it again and I realized it made sound like I was supposed to be on some sort of anxiety medication but had skipped it. So I deleted it, not wanting anyone to think I was a lunatic. Today, I am grabbing the bull by the horns and riding the stress of packing up my life to move to South America. There are barriers and problems to be dealt with. There are eventualities to be planned for. But it is all an elaborate game of Battleship or Risk or Monopoly. I am rolling the dice and seeing what the card I draw from Community Chest tells me to do.
I am queen of my to-do list.
My good humor and even temper impress everyone who come in contact with me.
Well let's not get carried away.
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So, how long until the move? Personally, I prefer to deny the fact that a change is occuring in my life and not deal with it until the last minute. We both know where that approach has landed me to date...
Welcome, T. I like your blog.
You'll have to, um, write something on it.
The big day for Peace Corps orientation is June 19th, but I'm considering everything up in the air until after it actually happens.
The theme of the past year or so had been endlessly fussing to myself about all the quotidien details of dealing with change, and I have the tortured journal entries to prove it. So I think some denial might help me out a little bit.
hey, post the old entry! i wanna hear what you sound like when you've skipped your meds...
heehee
Something by the end of the week, I promise.
I also promise that small doses of denial can be therapeutic.*
* Disclaimer:
My medical and psychological training ended with the Cub Scouts.
It has begun...
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