I’m feeling challenged right now.
There’s some sort of September Stress nipping at my heels.
A stone in the pit of my stomach as a nagging reminder of of how this time of year typically goes.
That queasy nightmare feeling.
If I went from four stressors in the summer I must be at 44 by now. I knew it would be difficult but I didn’t expect staying on top of it would feel so similar to being crushed by it.
“Well, the triggers are all the same as they were last year” says my friend.
And I guess they’re right. I may have better coping skills but that doesn’t mean the challenges feel any more friendly.
I guess sometimes managing feels like struggling.
But if I really think about it, things aren’t all that bad.