I don't really stress. I don't internalize crap. In fact, I do the opposite. I talk about what's bugging me...usually with anybody who is willing to listen...and then I write about it, especially about the things that frustrate me.
Oh sure there are the little things...like how my husband leaves the television on in every room he walks into that has one....once all three of them were on in the house and he was in the garage watching one there...like how my son walks into the house and leaves a path of his stuff as he passes through...backpack at the door, coat on the couch, hat on the chair, shoes at the patio door...those things don't even faze me anymore. I notice them and shake my head...but no stress. I do things that tick them off too...it's about living with those you love and putting up with it.
There are things at work that get me a little more worked up...the ineptitude of people, not being informed, feeling less than prepared for whatever at no fault of my own.
But what really gets my goat and makes me cry in frustration is when people with responsibility, and significant responsibility...especially in the support of people in their care...that drop the ball, sluff work off on others, fail to plan or communicate....and then when you take initiative and forge ahead have the gall to call your efforts insubordination.
Seriously???.....I'm gonna get 'er done, and you can just sit in the back seat and watch like you usually do, bucko....cause you haven't earned the right to tell me otherwise.
Urrrrrgggggghhhhh.....