Letting Go...

I am a type "A" personality.  Just ask my husband, who is driven crazy by my 'I want everything done my way' ways.  In my defense, I like to think I'm pretty darned organized and even headed about it.  Except when we live out of a laundry basket full of unfolded clothes for a few days, but I like to think of it as having my priorities straight.

But I digress...

Anyhow, being this type of person, I also tend to let things get to me, creating a little gnawing feeling in my stomach.  I worry about the little things, wanting to do something about them right. now.  Last night I had a bit of an epiphany - I vowed that when things start to get to me, I am to immediately do something self-gratifying.  Whether that is eating ice cream, folding the aforementioned laundry, going for a walk - whatever gives me a boost at that moment.  The trick to this is,  when I do one of these things, I have to slowly let go of whatever is bothering me. 

And last night, it worked. 

I tend to make things complicated, when really, most things are quite simple.  Easy to say, hard to remember. 

And, I think it makes me easier to live with.

Now excuse me while I go fold my laundry....