It’s weeks like these that make me wish I could connect a bat to a baseball. I have had one of them most stressful weeks of my life, and really, all I want to do is beat something. I want to scream, punch the wall, beat pillows and pound on my steering wheel, but I don’t. It’s times like these I wish I had more training in a batting cage – somewhere I could connect a big huge hard stick with a little unsuspecting ball to beat it into no where.
I am looking forward to what April is going to bring for me and for Women’s Health, but for the next couple of days, I am going to lay low and do some deep breathing. Lots and lots of deep breathing. And maybe I’ll take up baseball. Or knife throwing. Or just random sitting on the floor of the bathtub and sobbing. I can handle any and all of the above (but in my opinion, the baseball thing (or even the knife throwing thing) sounds like a bit of fun).
Maybe it’s time for another lesson on the driving range.