I am okay. I have therapy tomorrow night. I need to work out positive things.
Today I was hard on myself. I whipped myself over mistakes I made at work. After work, the mood lifted a bit but the universe figured I needed to be slapped around. I started up the propane grill, lit it, and wound up singeing the tip of my beard and my forearms.
Only my pride was hurt. But I felt better after that, as if the universe might’ve been saying “Things could be worse. This is real. That other stuff is in your head.”
There are lots of things I should be doing, but I’m not doing them. Hoping therapy will help me give myself a kick in the ass, rather than continuing to coast.