I can't stand the thought of someone knocking on my door, wanting to enter my home.
This rarely happens so I don't know why I am so worked up about it happening.
I visualize myself with a wooden baseball bat, defending my turf.
In reality, I won't be fighting a person - just an imaginary confrontation.
I'm so tired from the constant barrage of going places to shop, being around people, having to be pleasant when at times I wanted to just barrel through lines and be done. But that's not how God created me nor is that how He'd want me to treat His children.
Here I sit. Tired, a little depressed and wanting to curl up to sleep. It's 2:30 in the afternoon. I feel overstimulated. I canceled my doctor's appointment. Can't take the interaction.
Maybe the best thing I can do is try to download my thoughts and relax.
I hope I can.
