Panic at the Disco

Last week and this week have been very difficult for me, both in my personal and my professional life.

Last Monday I arrived at work with an email (6:30 a.m.) that foretold a huge crisis. I spent every second of work last week trying to repair major damage and head off further crisis. I continue this week in crisis management.

Thankfully, the problem was due to an error made by the institution. While that affected my work it was not caused by anything that my staff and I did. In fact, our great work prevented this from being an even larger problem within our research group.

I also had a personal issue which I won't go into but pretty much rocked my boat and was/is very unexpected and distressing.

Having said both of these things I also need to disclaim, none of this has to do with my lovely house or my incredible husband who has been a great listener, not to mention an incredible partner. On the job front, good things will (eventually) come of this horrible situation.

Needless to say, all of this cannot happen in one's life within the span of 2 days without some adverse events. Mine has been primarily anxiety. Up the proverbial wazoo.

I have since:

• Pulled out one ugly ass rose bush
• Winter pruned all of my other, beautiful rose bushes
  
• Pulled out the grass from my plant beds (one blade at a time)
• Begun manually tilling my entire back lawn with one of these things. It's very therapeutic. And a little obsessive compulsive (not that the grass pulling isn't, mind you). BTW - I am covered in blisters
  

In the meantime, I am reminding myself that anxiety is not dangerous -- it’s just uncomfortable and that when this is over, I’ll be glad that I did it.

My mantra for the week.

Wish me luck.