I can’t help that I was born with a type-A personality.
Symptoms include overactive planning, over-thinking small details and needing to feel entirely in control at all times.
Sometimes, when the planning is going wrong, I have no control and the small details are overwhelming—my feelings decide to take the reigns.
And I put on my “drama tiara.” Aptly named by either my mother or bff Katie. I can’t remember.
Amen.
I get extremely worked up and everything is just, for lack of a better phrase, well…it’s all going to hell!
Then the second phase of this 3-year-old-style meltdown begins–which is the inability to move on. I have to dwell and sulk and freak out until something magical happens that neither I nor anyone else can forecast that alleviates my anxieties.
I’m, admittedly, kind of a nut job.
This is what I really need to be telling myself…
Over the past year it’s been too easy for me to get into these funks and forget that the thing that makes me feel better is pretty simple.
It’s Jesus.
This past week I’ve been constantly working on finishing SIX final packages for my internship. (Y’all that’s like 60 hours of work, likely.) Not to mention I’ve been working on that whilst saying goodbye to Andy as he moved away from Boston (just goodbye for a week—but in my full drama, I’m acting like it’s goodbye forever) and also packing up my first Boston apartment.
Somebody get me a piece of pie or something.
It’s just moments like tonight on a Saturday night feeling sorry for myself and looking at my to-do list and the empty spot next to me on the couch that I kind of have to pinch myself. And remind myself that I control my feelings — they don’t control me.
So, y’all — maybe some prayers over the next week while I get my life re-situated!?
In the meantime, I’m hanging out on the REVO Church Podcast page. Feel free to join me, :).
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