So, I’ve just had an amazing few dozen hours.
Big reminder that I love my life. Sometimes I need to forget that (not sure why, but I’m guessing it’s all chemical). Keith reminds me that, usually at the end of a book hand-off, I’m in migraine hell for about a week. Well, this time around, I’m off the meds and the gluten that would make a migraine happen and I’m still having the stress — just not the physical event.
Ah… but I am. And the physical event is a panic attack. Okay. Makes sense. And I prefer that to a migraine, truly. Mainly b/c, despite the stress, I’m able to continue work, casting my ass off, selling books, speaking to actors, and loving my man and my kitties.
Y’know… life could be way worse. I’ve got it purdy good.