I wish I was one of those people who lived blissfully calmly through life’s ups and downs. I am just not one of those people. I’m one of those people who leaves for work then spends the next four hours worrying I forgot to lock the door behind me. I have actually gone back and CHECKED halfway to work whether it was locked.
I stressed once the fridge door was open when I went away for a weekend.
The only thing that saves me from dying of an early heart attack (although this could still happen) is that I am also extremely forgetful. It’s like early onset dementia. I watched a movie yesterday I saw on the big screen not even a year ago. I swear I’d never seen it before but plus one rather irately pointed out he’d paid for tickets to take me to see it. Whatever. It was a revelation for me plot wise. I went with the BBC Sherlock Holmes quote that I didn’t have the time and energy to keep useless stuff in my head so something had to depart.
Currently I worry I fluffed a job interview as I was a bit wishy washy so he wants to stay in touch but didn’t convert to an offer.
I worry that I will not get further interviews.
Or that I will and have to lie about going to them.
That I have been offered within my company to change teams which I dearly want.
But that if I do I will have to work longer hours.
But if I don’t that I will die of boredom.
It must be interesting to be one of those people who just lives and doesn’t over think things.