Fatal Flaw #1: Chilling the fuck out.

This is a problem indeed.

It was a good thing only a handful of people saw it the other day, but still very embarrassing that I went ape shit when plans changed. If I can't even handle that, how would I handle a high stress job where plans are always changing.

Scratch that. More than my inability to adapt to a change of plans, I truly care more about the well being of my friends who have to endure it and follow. It's pretty simple: I just want everyone to have a good time. And at the same time, lash out at them so that they feel my anxiety. Horrible isn't it?

This week I have a mini assignment. To chill the fuck out. When I get that itch to obsess over what other poeple might think about a change of plans---to not care and be grateful that I have awesome friends who accept my crazy antics.

Chilling out.