Freedom Fair JBLM – Stress in Crowds

I seem to write to you as though we are having a conversation and life, as it does tend to do, helps my brain to skip and twist and twaggle resulting in each potential note to you being a run on conversation. This note makes my point with zero effort.

I started to tell you about what was going on with me in regards to my relevant reaction / responses… oh hell.

It was hot. It was crowded. I was anxious. Things hadn’t gone according to plan. At least not accounting to my plan. But that all began at 8:00 a.m. when one of the kids should have realized the rest of us had overslept… yeah. That’s the way the celebration began.

It is now 2:29 a.m. and I’m falling asleep. I’ll let you in on how things went. . . Later right? Time to snooze.

The plan, at this bright and bushy time of the morning,  is to follow up with how I think I did. For example: was I able to control anger, frustration, irritation and lust after a sweet a classic  candy red Corvette Stringray (1962 I think) convertible? OR did I lose any of my loosely joined marbles?

Talk to you more today. At least that’s. .. my plan.  ;0-)

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