This ‘rambling’ post was penned a month or two ago when I was still living in Sydney. However, the content is still relevant, even that pertaining to the dog (yep there’s a dog in it). Just sub the dog for one cat with severe anxiety issues who likes to meow and scratch at my window in the dead of the night. Repeatedly. It seems I’m being stalked by animals with slightly whacked personalities….
Don’t sweat the small stuff. Not always a welcome comment, but true nonetheless One of the biggest sources of stress for me has been things out of my control. Events or circumstances that I can’t do anything about. After years of angst I have finally (or at least for the most part) learned that there is absolutely no point wasting time wishing you could change something that you clearly can’t. Tonight is a very good example of that. It’s some godforsaken hour and our neighbors yappy dog has decided to begin its very long and arduous opera recital. For the hundredth time in the past month. Continue reading