“A pair of shoes can change your life. Just ask Cinderella.”

If I were not post menopausal I would blame this state on hormones but it's not that easy. clearly I need to get a handle on this free floating rage I have about my neighbors. it is contaminating my mind and making me so stressed out that I am not liking myself.  at a point in my life where so much is wonderful and could be feelins such bliss, summer has become a hell because of the continued sensory attack from the neighbors. and not being able to control them, I must find a way to make some peace with their existence and not feel so angry so much of the time. and poor jim, he is getting the brunt of it.

 

so things I CAN control:

I can close windows when they are producing their variety of noxious smells and run the hepa filters.

I can buy some ultrasonic thingies to make the yard aversive for their cats.

I can put on earphones when he decides to sit out side and talk loudly into his cell phone.

I can find a therapist to help me manage the anger

I can renew my valium prescription for days when i am about to go over the brink.

 

so it's not so bad right? right?