And, from what I can tell, 2014 is going to be a killer. Not a stone cold killer that's all sexy black coat, mysterious scars and no remorse. No, this is one of those sadistic bastards that pretends to be your friend while secretly laughing at you and steering you toward your inevitable DOOM.
I don't think I'm being dramatic here.
I came into the year with a good attitude. I was going to focus on my health and wellness (also known as finding my calm outside of red wine and terrible action movies). I was going to respect my own boundaries, especially as concerns work that I do not like and which does not benefit me. I was going to find beauty in the ordinary.
And then 2014 pooped in the ordinary, struck health straight off the map, and dropped a metric f*#$ tonne of work in my lap. Work which I do not like. Work which does not benefit me. So, what is one to do when an entire year opens its suspicious raincoat and waggles its wretched junk at you? How does one keep calm and carry on when one is already freaking done?
What are your coping techniques? Your calming meditations? Your delightful distractions? I know I'm not the only one struggling, so I'd love to see all your quietest and most far out ideas in the comments. :)
About the Author
Regan Summers lives in Anchorage, Alaska with her husband and alien-monkey hybrid of a child. She is a huge fan of the low profile. She likes books, ottomans with concealed storage, small plate dining, libraries, Corporal Hicks, some aspects of pre-revolutionary France, most aspects of current Italy, and books.
Her Night Runner series, including Don’t Bite the Messenger and Running in the Dark, is available wherever e-books are sold.