I have been thinking about all the things I want to post on here all week and yet I have not posted any. In fact, there are a lot of things that I have been meaning to do this week that I just haven’t.
I always like to think that I am a very composed person. Someone that is very flexible and easy-going. I like to think that big changes in my life don’t throw me off-balance at all or maybe for just a day or two. Which is a bit ridiculous.
I am a person who loves routines. It’s rather ridiculous how much I love routines. I like to eat the same things when it comes to my calorie counting. I like to go to the same gas stations at the same times. I even like jobs that have uniforms so I don’t have to switch up what I wear everyday.
Yeah, it’s that bad.
So, I have no clue why I have this idea that not only moving wouldn’t throw me off, but finding a new job, getting a full-time seasonal job immediately which is actually very exhausting, trying to live with my parents again AND a break up all at once would not faze me at all. I mean, I go around thinking that I will be completely fine.
It wasn’t until tonight when I realized how not okay I am doing at this and I am feeling a little bit stressed about it. Tonight I have a sore throat from restlessness that I was unaware of. I am getting sick and I also just found out that my school has a group project that was given to us 2 weeks ago and is due at the end of this week.
Imagine my embarrassment emailing the leader of the group finally asking for an assignment.
With all of these things happening tonight and me realizing everything that I have let fall through the cracks these last two weeks, I started to think about one of my seasonal job co-workers. On Wednesday we were hanging out in Santa’s Office and I can’t remember what I said, but later on I apologized for whatever I said.
He replied with “Don’t worry, there is no point stressing over small things when we are all going to die eventually.”
At first I thought this was a really depressing thing for him to say. Why get upset ever? You are just going to die. Any statement that brings up the fact that we are all going to die is pretty freaking depressing in my mind.
But after today, I am realizing that it is not that bad of a saying. Why worry about if the leader of the group project is going to get mad and chew me out? In the grand scheme of things, that’s not that bad.
BUT! I have to say, that does not apply to my blog. I want to post everyday, whether I am going to die or not. And the days I don’t, I feel missed opportunities.
Anyways, I don’t know how to end things. My head is foggy. I’m complaining.Follow @corzgalore