If you want to stop reading now, there’ll be no hard feelings on my part.
So, this principles thing I mentioned earlier. I have something of an unwritten credo for myself. My life is not an open book; rather, it’s more like a diary under lock and key. When I write, I’m going more for cheeky and entertaining, rather than somber and philosophical. And under my Contact page, I have links to my Twitter, Instagram, YouTube and Pinterest pages, but Facebook’s not there. That’s deliberate. Facebook is where I get the most personal and even that’s still 95 percent snark.
So when I got home, I realized I needed to de-stress, so I went to gym, spent an hour on the elliptical and am now sitting down at the laptop with a Guinness Stout, but I still don’t feel much more relaxed.
If you stuck with me to this point, let me clue you in: We got a new boss. It’s resulting in power shifts and attitude shifts. There’s a heavy layer of tension in the office and it coats my skin like a layer of grease at a fast-food restaurant.
Get the idea?
I’m trying to not let myself be affected, but I’m failing miserably. I’m having more migraines than normal. My ulcer has made a triumphant return – thank heavens for Prilosec! And last weekend, I got a stress-related rash. Now THAT was not fun. And no, you don’t get to see pictures (because I didn’t take any).
I do feel mildly better for writing this out, even as briefly as I did. I suspect I will have to learn to navigate this as best I can, or just dust off my boxing gloves and take them to the gym, or buy more Guinness Stout. Or both. Or both at the same time.