The first thing I did when I got home from work yesterday was put on the exercise clothes and put Bailey in his harness and get out there. I put the music on high and walked.
There is a huge field near my house that has a main entrance way but I noticed that there was a train next to it and I followed it.
Walking gives me time clear my mind and walking with music shuts up my loud brain. I do not know why I took that letter I got yesterday so badly.
When my guy got off work later that night, I talked to him about it and he re-framed it for me. He told me that it was not a bad thing. As a singer songwriter, if he had submitted music to a death metal label and got a letter that it was not a good fit, it would be exactly that, not some critique on my music.
He talked me down from the ledge and this morning, I woke up feeling a lot better. I teeter so much on that line of rational/irrational (at times) that one little thing triggers a cross.
This blog is going no where in the meantime.