I had a pity party for myself on Monday. I would have invited you, but you probably wouldn't have come. The stress from the last couple weeks crushed me. I hadn't slept very well over the weekend, so I couldn't keep my emotions in check. The spouse and I had a nice gripe session that night (not directed at each other, we were just venting about everything that was going on).
Yesterday, I pulled my head out of my butt. I thought about everything that was going on and realized I had no control over it. What was the point in getting worked up? Getting angry wasn't going to fix anything, it was just wasting my energy. So, I took a deep breath and focused on the positive. The world was still irritating, but it wasn't filled with doom and gloom.
It's not always easy seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Even now, it's just a small dot on the horizon, but it's there. I've noticed that being happy, or attempting to be, is a lot less exhausting than carrying around anger. I can be more productive, which is good since I have a lot to do right now. I still slide back into my negative attitude every now and again, but it's getting easier to pull myself out. Eventually, I'm hoping all this positive energy will bring good things!