Stresssss, Part II

Things fall apart. House sold - check. House purchased - no check. Deadlines loom, threatening homelessness. Knives! Knives!!

When I get stressed I overplan and overthink. I scribble down lists. I refer to said lists repeatedly, correcting the smallest of typographical errors. I don't sleep. I drink less and I eat more. And I start to scratch - my arms, hands, head, legs. The last time we bought a home, things got so bad I had to wear white gloves to cover up my cracked and bleeding skin. I looked like a mime, or Mickey Mouse, etc. If I hadn't deleted all of the photos out of embarrassment, I would post one.

I'm trying to stay calm by distracting myself - music, work, running. And while I can't say it's working overly well, I have yet to revert to the goofy white gloves...