Today is Sunday. It was supposed to be my day of rest. Of course we got home from church and the kids started being kids...chaos abounded. I was getting angry. I could feel it rising. Usually I would respond with yelling (I admit). Instead I decided to take care of me. I went to the gym. Spent 2 hours knocking out my frustrations in a positive way. It wasn't easy, I admit. I've been fighting a migrane for 2 days. But I had to do something...and yelling wasn't going to be an option.
I've also had some personal frustration on other levels today, and feel like I NEED something constructive to do in order to deal with it. It's stuff I cannot fix...and that is very frustrating to me. I'm not a control freak, but I like feeling like I know what's going on and what's coming next. I don't feel that right now so part of my NEED to go to the gym was to control something I could control.
So tomorrow is the big day...day 1.
Looking up, not back
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