Dancing with Chaos

Yesterday was a hard day. One chaotic moment smoothly transitioned into another. It started full of unresolved emotional stress from the day before. To be honest, it was from the week before. I dropped my two cups of coffee, and that trend continued. I dropped the whole dag-gone pot. On me. It was lovely. Then, my son was hollering, adding to my stress. He was fine after constantly giving him attention. I did wonder if he was feeling my vibe. To top that off, I had technical trouble with my video project for a class and could not turn it in on time. I got it done after two days of lots of trial and error. I thought it would make me feel better, but it didn’t. I was still on edge, in fight mode, anxious, and highly annoyed, and I couldn’t shake the feeling. I knew I would not be able to sleep, feeling so wound up. As I lay in bed wide awake, I thought about the day. I felt like I danced with chaos, and he knew all the steps while I stumbled and stumbled and stumbled. I truly hope he finds a new dance partner because I need to rest. 🤎