I realized this week that I was letting myself get wound too tight. If something went wrong, it would wreck my whole day. I would let the littlest things eat at me, so that I was generally cranky and it ruined my mood before it even hit noon.
Even after time I wouldn't let myself get over it.
So now I've taken a different approach. I fume. I get it out. And I move on. And when I feel myself getting mad about something that happened ... I smile and shrug it off.
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