I decided to stop stressing about when i get to places. I’m pretty much time blind and have all kinds of body things slowing me down, so stressing about it wasn’t actually helping anyway.

I’d struggle to leave the house and let it put me in a mood, which only made getting out the door harder. I’d be sitting in traffic just wanting to be where i was trying to get that moment and waiting was uncomfortable because i felt like i was supposed to be somewhere else.

But the reality is, I’m always really the only place i could be. There are times when being slowed down by life’s little obstacles has been immensely beneficial. I’ve learned to let go a little and have a bit more faith that I’ll get there when it’s time for me to be there.

It makes it a lot easier to take life in stride, and to apply to other little cognitive barriers that might make things worse if i let them take hold of me and carry me away.

I realized that i enjoy myself and my life more when I strive to be that more accepting and relaxed version of myself, and that feeding into that whining sniping selfish petulance that sits opposite it just makes me miserable.