Good place.

It's been awhile since I have been able to say that. But it's true. I am in a good place right now. Hold the applause, Negative Nelly has left the building. 

There is still plenty that one could argue should be stressing me out. I still have more responsibilities than I care to shoulder. I even still feel pulled in about a million directions trying to please everyone but myself. BUT, I am learning how to let it go. 

What the fuck does she mean by that? (That's what you're thinking right?) My super power is reading minds.

Letting go means a whole bunch of things, really. None of which includes forgetting what's important. I don't stop stressing out about the really important things, I certainly don't stop shouldering my responsibilities, and I most definitely don't do all that I can for the people I love and care about. The truth is, I have just stopped worrying if I can't do it all.

Yeah yeah, stressing and worrying, same fucking thing. (That's what you're thinking right?) See? I read minds.

But to be clear: stressing is part of my genetic make up (thanks Mom), so I can't change the fact that the usual suspects (ie: bills, health, chores etc) aren't causing me to drink a bottle a glass of wine. The difference is, all the petty mundane stupid shit that bothered me, isn't making me drink a bottle a glass of wine any more. Capeche?  It makes sense, shut up.

I won't over analyze, I am just happy to be in a good place.