Downhill.

That thermometer at the right hasn't been sitting at zero because I've been forgetting to update it. And it hasn't been stuck at zero because I've had a few slip-ups here and there. I haven't indulged in a few harmless "It's hot today"s or "Man, I'm hungry"s. I have been on a monumental, spectacular bender.

The last week and a half has been very stressful. And much of it has been spent on the phone with my insurance company, my HR department, and my doctor's office. I'm fine. I'm not dying, and I'm not losing a limb. But even simple matters have a way of being complicated by insurance companies. One day, I let out a little of my frustration to my co-workers, and what started as a trickle turned into a torrent. And it felt good.

After that, the gloves were off. I let it pour.

But I may have opened the flood gates too wide. I have a lot of pent up anger, and I stopped trying to keep that in check. Sooo the woman at the insurance company and the woman at the doctor's office got a little more than they were expecting when they tried to snark their way through the conversation. Unfortunately, so did everyone else in line at the security check-in at the airport. I kept an eye open for any TSA guards approaching. Luckily, none did.

I'm second-guessing my plan here. I'm not sure that it has been having the desired intent. Or perhaps it's not the right time to attempt it. I'm not sure that thinking about the small things I'm grateful for and trying to keep a lid on my complaints is going to help me make it through the other side of this heap of shit smiling.

What are your thoughts? Is this project worth it?