Wait, is that really a word?
I feel like Aaron Rodgers. (And he’s cool, by the way.) Wasn’t that his famous post-loss comment a few years ago? “Packer fans, r-e-l-a-x…”
Hit me yesterday: you just can’t go through life with your sense of happiness and well-being riding on what’s in your inbox, on whether or not the latest grenade has rolled in there and exploded, on what people are thinking about you and saying to you and expecting of you and shouting at you like some terrible emergency is unfolding that’s so much worse than the ten that unfolded yesterday. (And usually there isn’t any.)
I can’t go on like that. I’ve got to relax. I refuse to live the rest of my life like that. I’ve got to chill out. I can’t be that fragile. I can’t ride those waves.
It’s hard, because it feels like I’m telling myself not to care. But it’s not that. It’s that I need to learn to care differently. And if at first that feels like not caring, period…then so be it. Deal with it. You’ll get used to it. And it’ll lead to something better.