There are certain things I do well. Dealing with stress is not one of them. Despite the fact that I sought out an opportunity to drastically change my life and have high hopes for my rapidly approaching year in VISTA, I am riddled with stress. My nights are plagued with strange and often terrifying dreams and my days are sometimes one blonde moment after another. I find I am constantly forgetting things.
It isn't that my days are full of activity so much as it is that my brain is full of a worry which forces everything else out. I'm giving myself until the end of April before I begin packing in earnest, otherwise I'd probably have a meltdown.
Please forgive my lack of blogging. Perhaps you will find this painting by N. C. Wyeth as calming and distracting as I do.