I'm starting to feel like I'm on the back side of The Chaos. I'm not freaking out every couple of hours with all of the Big Change; now I'm freaking out every 4 or 5 hours. I know that doesn't sound great but it's a hell of a lot better than the big, long, constant freak-out that marked the start of the adventure. At that point I could put myself into a mild anxiety attack at the Drop of a Hat. Now I'm in more of a resigned, let's-get-this-over-with state of mind.
Before we packed up our Stuff I sent a note to a young woman I know from The Program who moved to the Southwest from my home town about a year ago. At the time, I was very upbeat and encouraging. I like it when people take a flier on something new. I think it's what makes life interesting. I like interesting. If stuffed intestines is the specialty of the area I order the stuffed intestines. Then when I'm throwing up the intestines in the restaurant bathroom I know what's to blame. I know that I don't have to order the stuffed intestines a second time. And of course I have gotten to enjoy some new and unbelievable dishes. Just not the stuffed intestines, which I really did order and gamely pick at in a small town in France many years ago. I did not throw up in the restaurant bathroom, either. I have a cast iron stomach. But they were maybe the most truly awful food I have ever attempted to eat. They were worse than they sound, if you can believe that.
I can't verbalize how this kind of thing comes about except to say that One Day At A Time is a major, major concept.
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