What I mean is, it’s my choice… If I spend these thirty minutes berating myself for not triple checking the directions or in some other way not being myself (because most of my stress takes the shape of self attack—“why don’t you have a better memory?”; “why don’t you prepare your travel better?”; “why aren’t you more like [insert superior human of the moment]?”; “why don’t you listen to your gut more?”), I will just show up feeling funky, lesser than, and like my precious life has been wasted. I don’t want to waste any of this time.
