See, I get up at 5:50am on non-workout days. I'm out the door by 6:40 and on the road to be in my office by 7:25/7:30. But this morning, 6:58 I sprang up and thought oh S!#T!!! F&C! I was late as in waaaaay late. Forget rational thinking at this point, I was in panic mode. Hubs is out of town so I was on my own. Dog up and out, wouldn't pee for the life of me! Ran inside, put on whatever i could find threw my make up bag in my briefcase and ran, literally out the door.
|This is how I felt in traffic|
I finally got to my office (only 10 minutes later than normal) and proceeded to sneak in so as not to see anyone while I was scary-faced...
Now that my blood pressure is down, I realized whoa, I need a chill pill or 7 and a major vacation. I mean I went into full-on panic mode over being late. I cried, screamed, cursed... at something that was my own fault. Reality check, I need not freak out every time something goes wrong. Reality check - the world will not end if I am late (no one will even notice that early). Reality check - my well-being way more important that 10 minutes in the office.
So, stop today and take a reality check next time you feel your blood boiling and the pressure heightened. And, always check that your alarm says "am" not "pm".
|My matra now!|