Priorities

It’s no secret I’ve been in counseling for a while. I’m quite proud of that because as a social worker, mental & emotional health are extremely important to me. It’s good to walk the talk. In my session earlier this week, my counselor made the comment that I seem to be embracing this whole unemployment business with gusto. “Some people would be complaining and whiny!” She said. It got me thinking about how there are some things that I’m really “go with the flow” about, but I freak out about others. My priorities may be a little wacked.
• Become unemployed? Pish-posh, no worries! This just means I have more time for knitting, schoolwork & walking everywhere.
• Get rear-ended on campus? A shrug of the shoulders and a “Whadya do?” According to my hit-and-runner it was God’s will. Thanks God!
• Superbowl won’t come in on my TV? FREAK OUT! Hissy. Fit. Capital H, capital F.
• Slice my thumb open with a serrated, double blade knife, bleed all over and pass out on my bathroom floor? No problem. I’ll just lay on the couch to recoup.
• Harley gets a small puncture wound on his face? Panic attack and frantic texts to a friend to ask for help.
• Reese is attacked by 2 hound dogs on a walk several blocks from home, and I have to carry him bleeding all over hell AND be pulled by Harley on a leash all the way home? Oh I’m calm, cool & collected. There’s a slight panic, I’m a bit shaky, and praying Reese won’t die. But that’s it.
• Take Reese to the vet and hear he’s going to be fine? Sob with relief for several minutes, then spend hours going over all possible, negative scenarios in which he could’ve died.

Clearly things are a bit skewed in my world.