Health & Fitness - Pressure Build, Time to Quit?

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So, at this very moment, I can feel my blood boiling like an overheated pot of water. Today was not a very friendly day for myself. Yesterday, my parents got a call (I won't go into details) that meant my parents would have to house a few people, possibly for the next 90 days. So my mother asked me to assist her and get things organized and ready. Not a problem, but I already was a week backed up on everything else I had to do. So, I offered to take my father to his doctor's appointment and sat back and listened to his fustration with everything as of late and could only hear my thoughts ramble about on how I really didn't want to be driving him around and needed to do a list of other things.

Don't get me wrong! I absolutely love my father! The situation compiled with the seemingly never ending task list just did not put me in a mood to listening to someone else talk about their "problems."

So, after my father's appointment was finished, we went up to my grandmother's house and I cleaned up a little to get the house ready for the gathering after the funeral and burrial.

We then rushed back to my home to pick up my nephew, I had him do his chores and we headed back to my father's home. Unfortunately, my mother had not left a list of things to do and everything was a mess. So I just cleaned up where ever I felt needed straigtening up.

I needed to move my car out of the garage so my mother could park there and rolled my car back. As my car rolled back, it began to speed up. I pumped the break and nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing! I yanked the wheel. Nothing! I started to freak out. Before I could comprehend what was going on, BOOM. I crashed into my father's parked "project car."

The overwhelming rush of emotions that flooded my body was simply unexplainable. I wanted to throw my hands up and quit! Quit everything and run away!

Not only did I have a week's worth of catching up to do, a collage to produce in 24 hours, but I just added a major financial burden upon myself. I think I was soo overwhelmed with emotions that I had no emotions left. I had morphed into a stone.

I then just decided to go home. Go home and try to figure out a way to decompress before I lost it. Luckily it was Tuesday and I could redirect all my bent up anger and fustration on the silliness of American Idol. Everyone did superbly well, except Matt and boy did get it from me.

After a few glasses of wine and a comical performance from Matt, I was feeling a bit more at ease. I ventured into my office and decided to print out pictures. The fist picture started and the printer pulled the paper from the tray. BEEP! Out of Ink!