messy?

Lately I have been having some CUH-RAZY anxiety...  probably, I think, in anticipation of the work I have ahead of me in therapy.  However, the anxiety is all over the place... I went to bed with it, I woke up with it. 

I was supposed to move my desk at work to a window seat...  the pressure of actually moving my shit and anticipating the potential computer issues that would most likely occur has caused me to change my mind.  It's stupid... which means I think I'm stupid.  I hate that.  The decision to stay in the spot I'm currently in turned out to be a good thing.  A good friend is going to move into the spot I was going to take, so we all win. 

I am a MASTER of making things bigger than they need to be.  It's like magic - POOF!  I'm glad I decided to not worry about moving. 

I needn't cause myself unnecessary stress when I'm happy where I currently am.