Wasted

I spent five hours doing mostly nothing. I'm not certain why I was ever nervous in the first place.
My first day back working in almost one year. So much has happened in the interim that anxiety over my abilities damn near took over.

I am tired. A little uncertain. But I think this is good.

Early to bed tonight, and I will sleep well, I am certain.

Post Addiction Mayhem.

Stress is an evil entity that enjoys crawling under my skin without my kno wledge of it even existing in the first place. Then one day, without warning, I find myself curled up in a ball wondering how the hell did it get this bad in the first place?

At night is when the worries plague me the most. It's the time when everything starts to settle down and my mind has a chance to catch up with the goings-on of my life. I realize I have all this shit to accomplish and it seems like there just isn't enough time in a day to do everything, but I also can't seem to develop a system to help me manage or even overcome the time-crunch.

So what do I do? I freak out, shut down and do absolutely nothing. Stupid, right?

I want to find a way to beat my personal demons on my own without professional intervention, because although I think it is necessary in some situations, I want to be damn sure I've exhausted all of my own resources first.

Step One: Buy a damn planner already, and get the important shit on a schedule.

Baby steps, people. Baby steps.