It was a typical case of mental stuckness. On Sunday I couldn’t log into my bank account. It was killing me. I was on the brink of fixing the bug exactly as my daughter, husband, and I were supposed to be leaving for the Nutcracker. I just couldn’t switch gears mentally even though they were right that it was time to go. The idea of shutting down my computer as I was about to solve the problem felt like torture.
We managed to get out the door on time, but not without a small fight. Stuck moments often lead to stupid arguments. My husband and daughter get frustrated when I’m unable to refocus on the task at hand. “Can’t you just glide through the feelings?” they ask, despite knowing me.