Things didn’t kill me but I don’t feel stronger
(If Ever I Stray ~ Frank Turner, 2011)
That (smaller) issue at work I wrote about here and here… not so small after all. At least not in my mind. And not in reality.
Probably Maybe not as huge an issue / deal / problem, as I make it up to be in my mind, but the recent development has really screwed up my whole day today. And it sucks, that I react to those kind of things in such a visceral way. And that I’m not sure yet to which extent I should worry for real.
But worry is all I do at the moment. About if I did something wrong. About if I really did, if the folks at work will have my back? I know my coworkers do, but they are not the people in charge ultimatively. And then there is this whole worst-scenarios-movie playing in an endless loop in my mind. I hate it.
I sometimes just wish I’d be better at this whole “being a grown-up” thing.
I know it’s all very cryptic, but that’s just the way it has to be…
[More MicroblogMondays at Mel’s blog]