It's the bottom of the ninth, your team is losing by one run, bases loaded, two men out, the call is 3 and 2. You step back into the box, widen your stance, you swing and miss . . .
Damn!
Sounds just like the rest of our lives right now. Too much, for too long, for too little, for too many and way too late.
So, what's the answer? . . .
Just breathe. Don't anticipate. Don't expect. Don't wait.
Doesn't always work. Not even half the time. Then find a 'screaming tree.' That's a tree, or a shrub or a rock or a blade of grass. Whatever you can find. Take it somewhere that no one can hear you or worry about what comes out of your mouth.
Then scream, yell, shriek, talk, cry. Anything to release tension. Yell at your mom or your husband. Say anything that you want. Remember, nobody is anywhere near to hear what you say. Your screaming tree (or rock) won't repeat it either, I promise.
If this doesn't help at least some, then I recommend a visit to your doctor and ask for medication.
Absurdly,
Pat
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