Ok. Last night I had a little bit of a meltdown. I had a tantrum, a fit. I was a bit curt with my favorite person, I slammed things, huffed and puffed around the apartment, and eventually had to take Emma for a really long walk to get myself down from the ledge.
I’m in the middle of some of the biggest changes of my life, and I don’t actually have much say in how things transpire. Consequently, I am a little stressed at the continued situation of not having complete control over the major events unfolding in my life. I am forced to wait on others right now; governments, agencies, organizations. I am at the mercy of strangers and it makes me uncomfortable.
I took a moment to catch my breath last night as I crawled into bed, and I once again found that place in my mind that works so hard at reminding me that everything will be alright. I tossed and turned a bit, but I woke up with a better attitude and a positive outlook on the whole situation. I am throwing aside the worry, it doesn’t help. I’m walking forward by faith and I know in the end, the results will be exactly what I have been waiting for all these months.
Yes, I had a tantrum, but I put myself in a time-out and I have regained my balance once again.