Freshly StressedPosted: August 17, 2011
I’m sure it is indicative of a deep and multifaceted neurosis that the minute some unexpected bit of good fortune befalls me (like getting my second-ever blog post featured on Freshly Pressed yesterday), my immediate reaction is to stress out. But there it is. And here I am: stressed.
Here’s a sampling of why such a happy event is causing me worry:
- Perhaps I have no knowledge of some very important blog-etiquette and have therefore alienated all the nice people who read, liked, commented, or subscribed to my blog by inadvertently doing or not doing something.
- Perhaps I will never again write anything worth reading and that everyone who subscribed to my blog will delete me (with extreme prejudice), tell all of their friends how they’ve been duped, and somehow find a way to have me blacklisted from the internet forever.
- Perhaps I will die, mid-post, and as I fall lifelessly onto my keyboard, I will accidentally hit the Publish button, leaving my last legacy of written words something like, “I’m stressaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”
- Perhaps those of you who took the time to view my post- not to mention those who made comments – will never know just exactly how much I appreciate the boost of support.
- Perhaps I am not enjoying this enough.
- Perhaps I am enjoying this too much.
- What am I going to make for dinner tonight? (This is an everyday worry.)
I know this is not normal. I know I have serious issues to work out – not the least of which is dinner – and I know that confessing my worries won’t make them go away. But I’m hoping, at the very least, this post will convey my gratitude – leaving me one less thing to worry about.
Now… anyone have any suggestions on dinner?