I shouldn't be freaking out. I should be focusing on my work, and doing a good job, and making sure I make a good impression, and continuing to ask questions, and working through the fear to get to the other side.
I don't want to freak out. I want to stay calm, and carry on, and slow my roll, and back my shit up, and recognize, and accentuate the positive.
I hate it when I freak out. I make mountains out of molehills, and call myself nasty names, and let self-doubt win, and metaphorically beat myself up, and allow my thoughts to cloud up like a typical Seattle day in February.
The reasons for my freak-out matter, and yet don't matter. I can't control others, only myself. I can't predict the future, only try to better myself and others so that a better future is possible. I can't make things happen by myself, only work to make a better thing possible and hope that others share the same dream.
I...
I'm not freaking out anymore.
I share your love of the proverbial panic attack my friend. Not always fun, all you can do is just grab hold and be its boss. ♥
ReplyDeleteIt's almost like you're getting the hang of looking at your feelings and thinking about them, and in the process of thinking about them you short out the immediate reaction phase and start to craft a deliberate response to your situation based on what you want now based on this situation, not what the past has left you with from other situations.
ReplyDeleteNeat!
Introspective words will get you further than anything else in life. Love this.
ReplyDeleteWell circumvented, dude.
ReplyDeleteWell played, sir.
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