Holding My Breath

There is more I want to share about my trip to Disney but right now I’m holding my breath.

Today I’ll find out two things:

1. If it’s my absolute final day at work, and…

2. The results of my CT scan and blood work…is the cancer situation worse, same, or O.K.?

So while I’m turning blue, passing out and hoping the building I work in doesn’t collapse due to blasting 200 feet away because the first two things are stressful enough, I’ll be planning my weekend of unpacking and wallpapering. God, knows there just isn’t enough of this stuff on bedroom walls.

Really, do I really get that stressed out? Nah, I just like holding my breath so see if I can match the color of that wall paper because who would I be if I clashed with the color of a room?

I’m not sure what it takes to really stress me out any more. Financial issues have always been a primary source of stress in my life but although I’m not financially secure they no longer control my life.

Do you have your limits or do are you letting the stress pile up until you explode? Or is the thought of that wall paper making you want to explode?

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