So, I spend a lot of time moving around. I am what the census classifies as a super commuter. I travel one hundred miles or more round trip to get to work. With that said, I see a lot. I observe. I sleep. On occasion, I even get to write.
I have seen so much stuff from fashion fuckery to maladjusted relationship maintenance and dudes going all out for their kids. The reality is that we have a lot of stuff going on. If the surroundings are any indication, we are one inch away from being Michael Douglas in Falling Down. I freely admit that I am sometimes stressed out. I freely admit that sometimes I am the cause of my stress. How we process or fail to process a particular stressor is really on us. That's the only portion you can control. It would be beautiful if people just stayed in their lane, didn't say anything crazy and didn't do anything stupid--but maybe not because you would probably be dead if these were your conditions.
The world is stressful. Relationships--even good ones can be stressful. We all need to take a moment to pause and think about our role in it...whatever the "it" is. When you peel all the layers away there are still basic truths that will always hold. People will always think you could have done something differently. The people that love you the most will be your harshest critics and red velvet cheesecake can make almost anything better. The key is to find something you value or enjoy and do the hell out of it and make sure that no one can make it something you don't enjoy. Remember to breathe and before you stress determine whether or not it's worth the effort and whether or not your stressing will change anything.
