I think what threw me under the bus was yesterday working on mom's obit. No, she is not dying this second but my sister had asked me to work on it so it would be ready, and I did. Wow. Emotional free fall without a parachute. Although I have planned a funeral start to finish in the past (my great aunt-- when everyone else was out of town) I had never tried writing the obit of someone close to me and that was a doozie. Couple that with a friend who lost her son Friday night and I'm feeling SAD. Not surprising. I am a big feeler.
I read this in the paper yesterday and thought it was helpful.
***A standard that cuts through emotional clutter: to distinguish between what moves you forward and what holds you back.***