The weather matches my mood

If I’d know that the high point of my day would be that moment right before I woke up, I would have stayed in bed. Because, sweet mother, this day has gone from yucky to downright stressful.

It’s frustrating because way back long ago when we started concepting the redesign of the magazine, I asked a question about changing some things, like paper, size, etc. And no one really answered or told me what to do. And then when I kept asking, it kept getting ignored or treated as unimportant, so I thought it was.

It wasn’t.

Now we’re at crunch time and dealing with an issue that should have been decided long ago. And I’m a little miffed that no one else seems all that worried about getting the redesign done and the magazine out on time. (OK, so there are people who care and that was perhaps an over-generalization,but I’m stressed.)

I feel like I’ve got this nervous energy jumping through my veins. My stomach is a little upset. There was even a little talk of pushing the redesign back. Which we can’t. We’ve already paid people.

This is just part of the process, I guess. But it’s making me a nervous wreck. Sometimes I feel that I keep talking and no one’s really listening; they’re all just thinking of the next thing they can say. I hate being the person who’s coming off like a Debbie Downer. But this HAS to get done, and I’m going to make sure it gets done right.

But right now, I just want to go cry. Or run. Or hit things, run, cry, then eat. Maybe running is the healthiest approach.