Lost my $30 Apple earbuds. I have a guess where they might be: a friend's house where I help with editorial work. Or in a pocket of a pair of pants or shirt I wore briefly one day and then change out of. Or in a pouch or backpack. Know fer sure they are not in their "everything in its place" place.
Really would love to wait it out and see. Go through a year's worth of clothes, and pop, they drop out of a pocket one day. Or my friend is back from her working trip to another state. But I will need them next week for a conference call.
This got my annoyance spinning. It's much milder this time than in the past, mostly from my growing skill at talking calmly to my anxious states.
My whole life annoys me.
I'm annoyed that I'm much more "responsible" than 99% of the people I get to deal with.
I'm annoyed with my Life Partner's practice of beginning every conversation with something off—did I hear who died—can I help with a computer glitch—the food isn't 100% top restaurant perfect.
I'm annoyed with my clients and their foot dragging, poor communication, and doublecrossing.
I'm annoyed with bills to pay.
I'm annoyed that the system has required fresh debt.
I'm annoyed it's impossible to ever get enough of what I do really need.
I'm annoyed that so many systems in my life need top-tier attention.
I'm annoyed that I need to make lists, and lists of lists, and then keep track of them.
I'm annoyed I can't seem to knit together two days free of any annoyances.
Shimmer! OK. OK. Breathe.
Now, what's on the agenda today?
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