The Work Week Begins

And so , the week-end is over and time for a different kind of stress.

During the week-end, the stress is about being together.  Will things go well or not?  Will we talk or not?  We will pretend things are normal, or will she acknowledge that the situation stinks?

Although that stress is quite frustrating, it is a known stress.  At work I am left to my own mind and my own self.  Paranoia creeps in.  (Is she contacting him?)  Self-doubt comes to the fore.  (What the heck am I doing?)  I am left to my own thoughts.

It is difficult to manage my thoughts on my own.  And, honestly, sometimes I don't even try.  I just sit at my desk and let the ugly thoughts flow.  I'm not proud of it, necessarily.  But it does happen.