Surprise! Going to the office stresses me out. It did today, at least. I got in early (ten to 7), assumed I wouldn’t do much of the work I’d hoped to do (because that’s what happens when I’m in the office), tried to leave at 3pm, found myself swamped with things I’d be leaving half-done, and put my laptop to sleep at 3:45 hoping that all of the things I had open would still be there when I got home.
Luckily, they are all still there, but so are emails from people I can’t ignore. So here it is, over 11 hours after I got to the actual office this morning, back on my work laptop feeling all anxious that I didn’t do some things. I’m working on letting it go. I replied to the people I can’t ignore. Everything else that’s clamoring for my attention can be done first thing tomorrow.
I know this. It’s not that important. I’M not that important. Nothing that needs to be done is a matter of life or death.
I’m repeating this.
I want to be able to relax tonight.