When My Body Said “Enough”
I’m close to the finish line with this flooring project, and it’s taught me a few things along the way. First, I’m someone who truly needs personal space to process anxiety, stress, and frustration. Without it, everything starts to stack up. Second, I don’t compartmentalize stress well. I can try to push it aside, but eventually it finds its way out. Even when I know a project is temporary, my body doesn’t always cooperate with the plan to “just hold it together.” Today, it didn’t. I had my first panic attack in a while, and it hit hard. It’s only Monday, but this week has already been full. The flooring demo is done and we’re in the rebuilding stage, which is exciting, but still messy and time-consuming. On top of that, I volunteered for Prom Committee and took on painting the baseboards at home… which all somehow landed on today. I managed to keep things mostly together on the outside. I was only 15 minutes late to prom decorating, got some baseboards painted beforehand, a...
