I have too many important things hanging in delicate balance. In none of them is the ball in my court. They’re all triggering my anxiety.
Each of them individually is enough to turn half my head grey. Together, they’ll run me bald. The head shave appears foresight now.
This is not good. I’m siwnging every day between happy, optimist, productive periods and long periods of anxiety. I miss my days of steady, productive work.
It even stopped snowing.
I’m not happy.
At least things are back to happy and normal in Stars Hollow. I just wanna go hide there for a little while.