Part of dealing with a problem is admitting you have a problem. Just admitting to myself that I am burning (burnt) out makes a whole lot of difference.
Putting myself back together is another matter. Almost any stress is a trigger point for me now. That’s not good, because it includes the mess we had getting ready to go to the barber shop this morning. First it was going to be Daddy & R, then R said no but J wanted to go, so I got J ready and then Mommy said that R *HAD* to go, so I had to make him get ready and by the time I had found the keys to the van and had everyone in I was ready to scream in anger and frustration.
Not good. Probably normal, but maybe not to the degree I was reacting to it.
Yesterday I talked with JS – one of the sales managers – not as a subordinate, but as a peer who I have worked with for 3 years – the first such talk we’ve had in a while. I explained where I was mentally, and he pointed some things out that I had noticed…but I hadn’t recognized, if you know what I mean.
I dunno what I’m going to do, but I’m taking it one day at a time.
If there were a $3 yoga class on night that wasn’t Tuesday (at least until Cub Scouts break for the summer), I’d so be there.