I have no control over what happens only how I respond to it. Usually in my other work, I am a duck and whatever people say to me rolls off. But not today. Within minutes of starting work, a few bad encounters started an anxiety attack. I wanted to quit right then and there, but I worked through it. Eventually, it passed with deep breathing and a hug [I asked for one] and I was able to get through the rest of the day.
When I got home and checked my daily zeitgeist I found this one:
I stopped at No. 29 and as watched, all the shmutz of the day simply melted away.
Here, on live TV, without benefit of editing or retakes, Sid Caesar and Nanette Fabray silently mime a domestic dispute whose crescendos and valleys perfectly correspond to classical music. It’s brilliant, and there’s not much more to say.
Yep. I can sleep well tonight.