After a gentle nudge from one of the vast multitudes of people who visit this page (for the record, three readers count as a vast multitude), I've realized I'm waaaay overdue for an update. Again.
And, as my astute reader pointed out, my goal of 1,000 words per day has fallen by the wayside. (Like, so far by the wayside, it's probably at the bottom of some deep canyon by now, burrowing its way into the dirt.) Thanks for pointing that out, astute reader. *grin*
I don't know what's been going on...maybe it's the gravitational pull of the moon, maybe it's the northern lights...but boy, has my life been crazy lately. Nothing major. Nothing earthshattering. But it's enough that I feel like I'm living in a sitcom at times. Comedies of errors upon errors upon errors.
And, being the sensitive introvert that I am, when things get crazy, I crawl into my shell and worry.
About anything.
Here are some of the things I fear when I'm stressed and overwhelmed, in no particular order:
* Change
* My teeth falling out
* Deadlines
* Traffic
* Noise
* Going insane & not realizing I'm insane
* TELEPHONES (I hate telephones, even when I'm not stressed)
* Heights
* Losing my books
* People
* Electronic Gadgets
* Obligations
* Forgetting people's names
* Cockroaches
* Having to make SMALL TALK (another consistently terrifying thing!)
* Being late
* Horses
* Risk
* Not being informed about current events
* Criticism
* Getting lost (you'd think I'd get used to this one)
* Fire
* Crowds
* Poor posture
* Dehydration
* ESCALATORS (why would any sane person step onto moving stairs???)
* Feeling helpless to help the people I love
* Clothes shopping
* Driving
* Questions
* Dictators and Evil Rulers
* Bad Hair Days
* Ridicule
* PARTIES (I'd rather go to the dentist than to a party)
* Being stuck somewhere with nothing to read
* Grocery stores
* Baseball (having to play it...watching isn't so scary)
* Grit in my sheets
* Being forced to sing in public (having to listen would be everyone's worst fear!)
* Wasting time/money/resources
* House guests
* Looking foolish
* Undercooked meat
* Clutter (just because I'm afraid of it doesn't mean I don't have lots of it!)
* Rudeness
* Picking up a brick and accidentally touching a slug
* Becoming neurotic :-)
As you can see, with all these valid fears to dwell upon, I've been legitimately occupied.
I've been a chicken instead of an egg. :-)
