The small things get so big when you have plenty of time to think.
I sit and worry about how everything goes when he has a laundry list of chores he wants to complete before our big day.
Balancing the joy of expectation with the worry of the unknown makes me want to lose my mind. I thank God for blogging. Print it, type it, see it, face it and then let it go.
It was pouring in the Bronx when I spoke with him before lunch.
It is now a thunderstorm in my mind
However, the office I am sitting in is just humid.
Deep breathing is supposed to soothe the mind, I just think of getting back for the worry he caused,w hen in reality I cause the worry because it is the manner in which I choose to handle the situation. So, if I get out of my head and really, truly focus on all the work, I will probably be a lot better ...
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