Sums up my day.

Just got this message on my work voicemail... the caller was an older sounding female...

"I got your message ... I’ve been given your number ... that you would give me help, but I know the people who gave it me are LIARS... because ... the bloody thing... I don’t want... I want help, I don’t want to listen to your bloody charity nonsense. This came from someone called Jeff Kennett ... some depression checklist. It’s a joke! They’ve got a bloody cheek to make people waste the phone calls... if they’re not serious how DARE they!?"

That was it, verbatim.

The whole day has kind of felt like that... agitated, confused, and only getting half the message.

*breathe*

Dear Universe,

I'm sorry for my tanty this morning. It was completely over the top and unnecessary and I apologise. I know you don't hate me, but thank you for reminding me of that by highlighting the lovely, generous and wonderful people I have in my life, who have better Amazon-fu than me, and were able to direct me to the book I want for a fraction of the price of the single one I have found. They rock, and so do you for giving them to me.

I flipped out this morning because I haven't been taking very good care of myself and my needs and I know that if I don't take care of myself then I can't appreciate the good stuff you have on offer, and I get easily overwhelmed by the challenges. I will get myself back on track and until I am, I will try to remember to be kind to myself, others, and you.

Love and respect,
Tam xo