I had a little meltdown on Saturday night when I tried to activate my new bank account and was told by The Machine that my account was closed. I am also having great difficulty doing things like spelling, laundry, and I get distracted by any project I undertake by The Dust [the dust hidden in the crevices of my lamp, behind my TV, and in my jewelry box (it must be gone!)]! (Not to mention, I've totally forgotten how to use brackets.) If my apartment isn't gleaming I fear that my world crumble into tiny bits of lost dreams. All because I MUST HAVE CONTROL OVER MY LIFE!

I was told last night that I need to feel the Overwhelm of a half-clean apartment and an unfinished life. These are "feelings from childhood" wanting release in some way that doesn't involve being a "HUMAN DOING."

I'm too tired to worry about being corny.

Just for today, I am allowed to have a meltdown.