STRESS

I am a worrier.  And a control freak.  If I can't control what's going on, I worry.  Like right now, I'm freaking out about my car.  All I can think is, "I don't know what's wrong with Dieter!  What if it's more expensive than I can afford?  What if it's unfixable?  What if he craps out before I can get the money together and something horrible happens?  What if the mechanic judges me and my poor car-care tendencies? What if this bonus check is a pittance and I can't afford to take him in and have to keep driving this way?  What if..." Before I know it, I've worked myself up to being physically sick to my stomach.  The problem is, I won't know what's wrong with him or what it will cost until I take him in, and I can't take him in until I get my paycheck and bonus check, and I won't know how much money I have until those come.  Essentially, everything is UNKNOWN.  And for a control freak like me, that is a nightmare.  It's all a waiting game, and if there's something that I'm really not good at, it's being patient.

Fortunately, there are two things that help me chill: chocolate and knitting.  Knitting is my glue.  Each stitch grounds me just a little more than the last.  And chocolate?  Well, we all know chocolate is the universal cure-all. Time to hunt me down some chocolate, stat.