It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was a time of competitions, it was a time of judgement. It was a time for forums, it was a time for updates. It was a time to read, it was a time to write. It was a time of following, it was a time of being followed.
And ~ it was a time for panic attacks.
Another year of my life has gone by and it has been, without a doubt, one of the craziest yet: Work promotions, new members of the family, school, work, more school, taxes, renos, holidays and last but not least, panic attacks and anxiety still were in my life.
I can’t say that my life is boring as it is NOT! What I can say though is that this wet paper bag gets bigger and bigger and it’s turning into a multi-room home – not exactly what I want since I no longer wish to be a guest in it. Nor do I want to own it.
*SIGH*
It’s going to be another year of what my doctor calls the “Professional Woman’s disease”.
I’d rather call it affliction. It sounds hip and doesn’t make it sound like I’m dying.
I guess my goal for this new year of life is to make anxiety somewhat tolerable.
Here goes nothing! Now, where is that darn door in this stupid bag?
