Still Stressed, Just Less Freakishly So

Let's all heave a quick sigh of relief: my stress is temporarily abated. For now, it doesn't feel like it's going to choke the life out of me; it's acting like it's happy to hang around in the background, doing a delicate dance of coming up too strong and close, then pulling back when I'm about to lose it.

I guess I have a habit of freaking the hell out with the amount of stress I have, and in so doing, it dissipates some. That, and, I get fed up with all the shit causing the stress that I tackle it like a crazy beast, and at the very least, things get scratched off the to-do list and I feel better.

So right now, the water is calm, and I'm enjoying it. There are things brewing in the distance, both work-related and personal, that will surely up the stress levels soon enough. They will. I'm in a very busy and important time of year for my work, and the things that have popped into my life without any friggin' warning - like, not even a sign, or a loud popping noise, or - I don't know - one of the plagues, maybe - are undoubtedly going to beat me up some. I can't even think about it right now. Because right now, right this second, there is just this tiny pocket of calm, and I need to savor it.

In related news, I've been working like crazy on getting this house in order - decluttering, organizing, donating, throwing away. It's a never-ending task.

Ugh. I'm tired.

And this may seem completely off topic and unrelated to all I've said here, but it's not. I need a pedicure. I do. My poor toes. My poor stressed-out feet. They need some love. So does my aching back. God, all of me needs some love.