Last week was one of the worst I’ve had in a while. On Tuesday, we lost of one of our beloved dogs and the place feels weird without her. 3 hassle-filled days followed. By Friday, I felt drained, lethargic, full of bad attitude and equally bad language.
I hate when things go wrong, especially when they all go wrong at once and culminate in a crap week like last week. Writing is usually my therapy for dealing with stress. Last week I did none. My energy was used up. The idiots wore me down. I had a press release to issue, blog interviews to write. Things that matter to me. I was too drained to do any of them. In short, I wasn’t pleasant to be around and I wasted a full week – time I’ll never get back.
All the bad and annoying things that happened last week were outside my control, except for my attitude and my decision to feel sorry for myself. My attitude probably made everything worse. Negativity breeds more negativity and we all know life is too short and the meter is ticking….
Someone once told me to ask myself this question whenever I feel stressed: “5 years from now, will any of this matter?” I forgot to ask myself the question last week, but I remembered this morning. Some of it will, most of it won’t.
I wrote today and I feel better. I tackled my overdue tasks, which improved my mood. Doing the things I love is what matters, what makes me feel good. How did I forget?