Just Ducky

I remember reading somewhere to "be like a duck: calm on the surface, but paddling like hell underneath." I'm beginning to wonder how long a duck can "paddle like hell" before its feathers start to ruffle.

I'm trying to keep things under control - maintain a calm, easy-going demeanor; but beneath the surface I'm not so smooth or confident. How many punches can one person take before they start to yell "Uncle?"

I mentioned earlier that I decided not to let things get to me this week. So far it's going swimmingly, when it comes to work stuff. I know that no amount of bitching and moaning on my part, or getting angry and letting it fester will make an iota of difference. I think it's spilling over into my personal life. I've turned everything into a melodrama. One unreturned phone call garnered the reaction of all romantic disappointments of the past year. Fortunately for everyone around me, I've reserved my emotional overreactions for my dashboard and taken the frustration out on my running shoes (we'll see how well that served me on Sunday - this was supposed to be a taper week!).

I'm thankful I have a great weekend away planned. It will be a Vegas trip like none other - meaning that it will involve no alcohol, no late night partying, no phone numbers or text messages from men I can't remember meeting, and certainly no time wasted in smoke-filled casinos. What's the point of going to Vegas, you ask? At this point, all I care about is getting out of town and away from the mountain I've made out of a mole hill for a couple days to gain some perspective and remember that I am worth much more than a phone call.