Stresssssssssssed

I’m guilty of being extremely hard on myself…..with everything.

I’m at a point in my life where I’m putting the entire world on my shoulders. Everything has to be exactly how I want it. The right job, the right friends, the right boyfriend, the right clothes, the right food, etc. If it’s not precisely what I want, I don’t have time to deal with it. This is why I’m stressed, depressed but well dressed. I am stressed because I have expectations. I have expectations because I want to be successful. I want to be successful because I want to be able to achieve greatness, travel and dominate the world…..essentially.

I have yet to achieve what I expected myself to achieve at 23 and because of that, I am getting upset over the small stuff. For example, this morning I woke up, went downstairs, poured myself some cereal and found out there was no more milk in the milk bag. My immediate thought: “WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE ME?!” I then put a new milk bag in the carton, cut a slit and poured it in my cereal. The slit I cut was too big and the milk bounced back and splashed all over the counter. I bawled for an hour. I literally cried over spilled milk.

That is where I’m at in my life.

I don’t like sounding bitter, upset or hostile, but I am only human. I can only write about bunnies and rainbows for so long before I want to throw up. I know good things will happen in the near future and I am optimistic, but sometimes I need to remind myself to slow down and enjoy life as it happens because it’s happening, everyday, whether I like it or not. I can either embrace the day and enjoy every moment, or I can continue to be stressed and uptight.

I’ll sleep on that decision and get back to you. Until then, here is my unsatisfied, grumpy face.