Stress, Errands, Sleep

Yesterday was a very high stress day for me.  At work I learned that my friends brother-in-law died over the weekend of a heart attack.  Another friend at work told me her nephew was seriously injured by a home made firework.  When I got home, I remembered that I need to get my car inspected and registered before the end of the month.  My daughter has a friend’s birthday party tonight that I need to get a present bought for.   My son is upset he isn’t invited to the birthday party.  Laundry backing up.  On and on.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well last night, my mind was running and running with all the things I needed to get done.  This morning, sitting in my chair at work, I was wondering why I was feeling so run down and tired, of course the first thing to cross my mind wasn’t the fact that I stayed up too late and didn’t sleep well.

I felt the urge to jump onto the Internet, my ritual for finding reassurance that I’m not dying today, but instead I jumped into my car and drove to Target.  I wandered around the store and found a present and a nice bag to put it in.  I browsed the game section and found a fun racing game I’m sure my son will enjoy — I’ll play this game with him tonight while his sister is at the birthday party.  I picked up a few treats to snack on at work and then checked out.  As I walked to my car I thought to myself “wow, that was really enjoyable, I can’t remember the last time that I just wandered around a store.  I have gotten so used to running in, picking up my items and running out.  Great progress Jason!”.

I am now back at work, and yes I am tired and run down, but I feel better that I was able to get a few things on my “to do” list checked off.  I am living my life with anxiety.