Sometimes that’s all I think you can tell yourself. I’ve fallen into that sort of mindset the past two days. I’ve been thinking so much I’m doing nothing but redlining my stress level, burning up the tires, and going nowhere with it! It’s stupid and I admit that. The toughest part is getting ahold of that lead foot on the accelerator to Shit-what-if-this-happens-ville. It’s a crappy town and usually you’re the only inhabitant. The problem with tough situations is that they are already tough, and our human brain’s need to figure out damn near every possible scenario is to blame for that malarkey. Hey as a human being I guess in a way it’s a talent. Let me explain. When I get fixated on some things, positive things, I obsess to an unhealthy degree over them. It’s an internal obsession but still, the things I sink my teeth into so to speak keep me awake at night. In those sorts of circumstances it brings about great things and great results in my undertakings. In those instances I can’t fault myself at all. There is always the other side of the coin to the obsessing though. Grabbing a beer and telling myself to sit down and shut up is an attempt to get this negative series of worries and fixations to pipe down for a little while. It’s exhausted me both yesterday and today, but prior to that I’d been having a string of pretty okay days. Nothing stupendous but not as many nose dives. It’s frustrating how strong those tracts are in our minds sometimes. A flap of the tiny butterflies wings sends a seismic shift through your mind and then you find yourself buried under fifty tons of ‘Im a sad sack of suck’. Commence the digging out and rebuilding to try again tomorrow! To start the process, I’m going to shut up and have a beer. Perhaps if you’re worrying yourself silly, you should too.