Drunk with stress

An epiphany came to me today while at work.  Would you drive to work so drunk that you don’t remember how you got there?  Would you sign-in, talk to your co-workers and hope that your alcohol level remained concealed?  I hope the answer is no, you would never do this.  However, you probably do it everyday and don’t realize it.  I did this exact thing today.  What I am talking about is stress.  Stress makes you so focused on your problems that you can’t see anything beyond that.  This blog is all about learning from my mistakes.  I will never run out of material to write about, of that you can be certain.

I want to thank my friends who have stood by me throughout all of my health related issues.  But more importantly, I want to tell you that I care deeply about you as well.  I appreciate it when you let me in on your level of “drunkenness”.  We all have our comfort levels of being open, and some people prefer not to share what they are going through at all.  It is very difficult to see things from another person’s perspective if they have not shared what is going on in their life.  When you hold onto all that stress, you are driving your life as if you are intoxicated.  You will crash, implode, or wreak havoc on your unsuspecting friends.  Much later after everyone has calmed down, you might say to your friend, I wish I had known what you were going through, maybe I could have helped.

There are still many people in my circle of friends who do not realize that I am in fact the author of this blog.  I have been guilty of many of the things I say I want to change in my world.  Luckily, I still have time to right many wrongs.  I must confess I try to fix every problem that comes at me; however, some of these problems were not really mine to begin with.  I am learning to let go, but it is going to take a while.  Sometimes, if I can’t fix a problem, I feel remorseful and it worries me so much I pick at the skin on my fingers.  Only my closest friends know this about me…it is a bad habit that I can only break for small periods of time.  Life is a work in progress for as long as you live and I am very thankful to my friends who have put up the roadblocks to remind me of that.  Let me know when you need the favor returned.

Confession of errors is like a broom which sweeps away the dirt and leaves the surface brighter and clearer. I feel stronger for confession.

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