Over dinner I made a keen observation about myself. I can no longer get so worked up over things. After it was made clear to me that the rate at which I'm getting upset could lead to a heart attack followed by death by the age of 30, I've decided to be more mindful of my anger. I will take walks, breathe, and avoid using my cell during moments of rage (which happen more often than not these days). I've also considered seeking out a therapist and devoting more time to relaxing/journaling.
Life loves throw curve balls. I have made a sensible decision, but the happenings of this gloomy Wednesday morning are making no sense (hence my blog title). I strolled into work 8 minutes late, proceeded to carry out my daily tasks only to turn around and be greeted by none other than W. I think I've upset the gods. Suddenly, I became nervous and shakey, two feelings that I'm less than fond of. So, on the day where I had hoped to lessen my anxiety, it has been taken to a whole new level. I'm trying to be cordial and professional, but friendly. It's hard. As I have said before it is difficult to look at the man who less than three months ago broke things off in a most disgusting manner and smile.
I'm big on being honest with the self, so I won't sit here and pretend I'm not feeling a bit giddy that he's here. Nor will I act as though I don't want the attention from him. But I will say that I had honestly hoped he wouldn't be making another appearance in this blog or in this office so soon...
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