Creature of habit

If you read my INFJ personality description, you'll find a strong emphasis on order, control, and routine. And there is a reason. Without it, I struggle to cope.

Since the holidays, I've had a pregnancy, a miscarriage, two highly stressful shake ups at work, the biggest snowstorm in our area in twenty-six years, and losing electricity for several days during the sub-freezing temperatures of the aforementioned storm.

Overall, I think I've done pretty well keeping a brave face, but the stress is becoming more than I can handle, and I'm starting to feel my world crumbling around me. I could've sworn today was the 12th of January. It's the 21st, and I honestly have no idea where those other 9 days went. I feel like I've been operating in survival mode since before Christmas, and I'm losing my will to fight any longer. Other people respond to this sort of feeling with by booking a beach holiday or a massage. Me? All I want is a normal day. Followed by another. And another. And another...

I need a day where my biggest decision is whether to watch reruns of Friends or The Big Bang Theory. I need my usual meal plans, my normal workouts, my typical sleep cycles. I need to stop being forced to concern myself with icy roads, angry bosses, failed pregnancies or how I'm going to take my next shower.

I'm desperate for a little bit of normal...