The Strange And Stirring Romance Of The Inebriated Packrat And The Insubordinate Stressmonster.

So – full disclosure.

My packrat-ishness extends into all areas of my life, physical, digital, kitchen, lumber, – you name it and I will sort & store it for later use. I believe my animal totem is either a chipmunk or a magpie.

Unfortunately what I ended up doing is crating my very own personal digital internet-from-hell.

That I hate to mange.

That of course isn’t the only stress in my life – we all live with it, but seriously, people. That shit is killing us.

It nearly did me.

I am back home on day 15 of my escape from an extended stay at <insert bad French accent>

Le Chapeau De Hospitale.

Was it unpleasant? You Betcha.

Did I have the most extraordinary medical staff while I stayed there?

Without a doubt.

And let me tell you, as broken as our health care is, things are changing so rapidly that the staff on the inside is actively facilitating that change. It’s a wonderful hopeful thing to behold.

So back to the StressMonster

I would encourage you to slay that bad boy!!

Really and truly.

The advantage of my recent reboot has also been a forced 6 week vacation from adulting. Never had such a thing.

I think I like it.

Yes I do.

I know that others who deal with chronic stress – instant that everyone?- doesn’t have the luxury of having six weeks disability.

But what you can do now,is look for those small annoyances that take less than 2 minutes to resolve.

That dirty light switch plate.

Done.

That tool that should be put away.

Done.